[ nazuna will thank every star in the sky for the fact that shu is smart, that he doesn't have to explain word for word what he did. he's not an idiot; he knows what shu likes, the things he remembers and how they can be translated into the overall softer life they live in recolle now. he knows he likes to make him clothes, because he likes to put him in things. it's not much of a stress to think that he might want to dress nazuna up, a little.

he had control over the outfit, but that doesn't mean he picked something way out of shu's tastes, either. it met in the middle--cute, but not too cute, classy, but not stuffy. he actually kind of likes it, and the anticipation that's led up to this moment makes him bite his lip as he watches shu's reaction.

score. though he doesn't totally show it on his face, nazuna knows a victory when he sees one, and he makes his way over to shu with almost a hop, eager enough to get close. he can stand between his legs this way, lean in close and let the anticipation and adrenaline run through his veins. it's too early to be turned on, probably, but there's something hot about the way shu touches him, leaving a trail of fire wherever his fingers brush.

he pinkens underneath the fingers on his cheek and draws his head up, trying not to fidget too much. ] I wasn't going to let your birthday just pass by.

[ so, yes. of course he did this for shu. no parties, no cake; just the two of them, and a whole different kind of present.

there's a mischevious twinkle to his eye, transfixed or not, as he lets the shirt shrug to his shoulders when shu gets it completely unbuttoned. he sounds suggestive, playful. ] I always thought you liked wrapping your presents more than unwrapping them.