"so, a little birdie told me it's your birthday?" it's total bullshit given how miyuki already knew it and knew it long enough to get the other a gift, but still. he all but drops his gift into the other's hands, which was just a pile of tickets to various restaurants and concerts, and if atsumu had a keen eye, a ticket to miyuki's next game. "didn't know what you liked so I got you a bunch of tickets, hope it works." and if miyuki gave him a quick kiss? well, that was their secret. // @isolov
atsumu laughs like there’s a secret between his teeth (and he supposes there is, sweet and citric, miyuki but condensed into something familiar and bite-sized) as he assesses the pile before him. “ya sure went all out, hm?” he says, sounding nothing but genuinely appreciative. there was something about receiving gifts all to yourself, and as the older twin brother who spent the first formative years of his life getting one gift and seeing his brother get the exact same one, the pile made him smile a little bigger than usual.
“ya hang out with me all the time, how’d ya not figure out what i like at this point?” a teasing comment disguised behind the veil of a grin. he’s spotted the stand-out ticket and pulls it, staring at the printed writing until it registers what exactly he’s looking at. “this is... ya want me to go?” that slow grin of his expands, fills the room with moonlight until the pile drops from his hands, hands that have curled around the fabric of miyuki’s shirt to pull him close into a kiss. “i’ll be the loudest person cheerin’, promise.”
