[ satisfying. he has the audacity to look smug about it, looping both arms passively in Gojou's one. he's the one to press their palms together, gaze drifting irrevocably back to him — like always. he looks mischievous under heavy lashes, smiling with a little shrug. there's such an amount of trust he has with him that he lets himself be arm candy, placing a certain amount of faith in his best friend to lead the way. ]

You know... I think I'll enjoy watching you try to stay comfortable in those all night. [ referring, of course, to the fit of his trousers and their very little room for... growth. he promised bad behavior, and he intends to deliver. ] Oh, and—

[ from the pocket-sleeve of his haori, his free hand plucks a small box; it might have been from a jeweler, once upon a time. it's being repurposed now, to some extent. ]

I have a gift. For later. [ and, truthfully — it's more for himself than Gojou, a selfish giving. ]