The room wasn't very large, Aito could only see a closet in the corner. The door was slightly ajar, revealing a folded futon, likely more than one. Maybe this was a bedroom? he thought.
His gaze shifted to Junan, and he invited him to sit on one of the foam sofas, which he sank into. The floor was covered in soft carpet, with only a few single foam sofas that might have been good places to relax if he didn't want to fall asleep.
"I want to open it myself," Junan replied, returning Aito's gaze.
The statement left Aito speechless for a moment before he understood. Aito smiled. "It's yours, Maruyama!"
Perhaps sharing gifts wasn't a new thing, but somehow, in Junan's life. Seeing him want to keep his birthday present to himself, without showing it to anyone else, made Aito smile happily. That side of Junan was cute.
The small, rectangular box was wrapped with a red ribbon and a layer of wrapping paper of the same color. It looked simple, yet it also gave off an expensive feel.
