"Huh?"
Kiyomaro had fought many things in his young life. Mostly demon children, some of them a bit too old to be called children, but besides for the occasional humanoid tower hellbent on destroying Japan, there hadn't been much else. He'd fought battles of strength, battles of the mind, and all sorts of battles... but he'd never been faced with something like this before. It was just so... That is to say...
"How did this..."
In front of him was a box. A simple, ordinary box. A Christmas present, if he had to guess.
That was all. Nothing particularly wrong with that. Right?
The young man stared at the curiously wrapped package that was on his doorstep. It was all he could think to do, quite honestly. How else was he supposed to react to this? Should he... leave it? Open it? It wasn't exactly marked to him, and with the wrapping, he seriously doubted that it was for his mother, but... He had better things to do than to entertain whatever was in the box. He was sure there was nothing worthwhile in there. He was absolutely positive...!
It was Christmas, he had made plans to meet Mizuno in about an hour, but there was this... package blocking his way. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. It wouldn't be a deal at all. Obviously it had been delivered in the mail, right?
Except... There shouldn't be any mail today. And even if there was mail today, it certainly wouldn't have just been left here like this. Not only that, but what sort of mail would have no stamps of any kind, no way for the postman or postwoman to get it where it needed to go to speak of? How could it have possibly been delivered to him were it actually mail? One might think it wasn't for him, that perhaps it was something for his mother, and thus was why he wasn't aware, but...
With that wrapping, there was no way it wasn't for him...!
He stared at it some more. His face began to heat up.
Those round... objects that decorated the wrapping paper. There was no question what they were supposed to be. If nothing else, he had seen them on the album covers of a certain invincible superstar more times than he cared to count. With the wrapping paper taken into consideration... With the gift giver taken into consideration... Kiyomaro didn't even need to use the power of his eyes to figure out what was wrapped up in this box.
He just knew he wanted no part of it! Why would anyone put something like whatever was in that box on someone's doorstep on Christmas morning!? That was so... frustrating! What if his mother had happened upon this? Or worse... What if he'd brought Mizuno back for lunch, only to come upon this... this!?
"DAAAAMN YOOOOU FOOOLGOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEE!"
As Kiyomaro gave the box decorated in what was very clearly supposed to be cartoon breasts a swift kick, a kick so hard it flew for meters upon meters... elsewhere, one Parco Folgore hummed a jovial tune to himself as he handed out presents to happy children.
He did so hope Kiyomaro-kun would like that new laptop.