And here's Day 6 of Naegiri Week! We're almost at the end. Thematically, this should probably have been posted before "Heat" as a build-up to that whole headcanon thing, and I actually did write this before writing Heat but eh whatever. Some more sexy stuff in here, be warned.


Gift

Makoto Kirigiri walked home from the grocery store, having just finished some last-minute shopping for the party that they would be having later that night. His birthday had arrived, and as per tradition, his friends and family were all throwing him a party to celebrate. His wife had told him that she had forgotten some groceries for the party and asked him if he could go buy them while she handled some last-minute planning. Always eager to help, he agreed and ran off, heading to the store on foot since it wasn't that far from their apartment and the list of groceries was small enough that he could carry everything in one hand. Whipped cream, cherries, and hot fudge; he figured that Kyoko was going to be baking him a cake or something and she had forgotten some toppings.

Once he was a few blocks away from home, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out curiously, he saw that he had received a text message from his wife, so he opened it up to see what she needed.

"Hello, dear. When will you be getting home?"

He thumbed the touchscreen on his phone to type out a reply.

"Im almost home, y? Did you need me for something?" He idly wondered if he was taking too long.

"No, no. Don't worry, I was just wondering. I have your gift ready for you."

He smiled. "Oh? I can't wait =D. What did u get me?"

"A hoodie."

He stopped walking for a moment and blinked in confusion, he certainly wasn't expecting an actual answer to his question.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. What's wrong, you don't like it?"

He panicked and quickly typed out another reply.

"Nononono I'm glad really! I just wasnt expecting you to tell me. U usually like to surprise me with stuff like this."

"Hmmmmmm. That is true."

She didn't say anything else after that, so he just told her that he'd be home soon and resumed walking, puzzled as to what his wife was planning.

When he arrived, he called out to his wife to let her know he was home, but received no answer. Confused, he closed the door behind him and put the bag of groceries down on the kitchen table, searching for any sign of his wife. He found her waiting for him in their bedroom.

She was lying on the bed, sitting up against the headboard with a devious smile on her face. She was wearing an unfamiliar hoodie (which he could only presume was the one she had gotten for him), zipped all the way up, and, as far as Makoto could tell, nothing else. Her long, bare, legs were suspiciously crossed, and it took everything he had in him not to stare.

"So," she asked casually, "how was your trip?"

"U-um, good. It was good," he replied awkwardly, shifting slightly. "I-is that the hoodie you got me?"

"Indeed it is."

"And you're wearing it."

"Correct."

He cleared his throat, unsure of how to proceed.

"Aren't you going to try it on?" she asked, beckoning him towards her with one ungloved finger.

He gulped, and stepped forward, crawling onto the bed towards her. Once he reached her, she leaned back to give him easier access to the zipper. His hands shook slightly as he began to pull down the zipper, he gulped as he progressed and-yep she definitely wasn't wearing anything else under the hoodie.

Kyoko smirked deviously. "What's wrong, Makoto? Aren't you going to unwrap your gift?"

Makoto continued with shaky hands. Once he finished unzipping, he let out a strangled gasp as she leaned forward to press her chest against his and placed her lips against his ear to whisper huskily into it.

"Happy birthday, my dear."


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