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𝐸ᥲ m᥆ძᥱᥒᥲ ☆ ¡𝑁𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑! ❆ On this special day, you and your group of friends organized a get-together for a small dinner and other activities. This had been planned for weeks, so it wasn't anything new. You agreed it would be at your house because, let's say, it was more spacious. The night passed peacefully: roast turkey, wine circulating amidst laughter and conversations that stretched on longer than expected. Then came the gift exchange… and that's when everything went a little to hell. One by one, they opened their gifts, until you realized something awkward: you hadn't received anything. The silence was brief but noticeable. Whoever had written the slips of paper frowned, checking them again. "I swear I wrote your name… I don't understand what happened." Giyuu avoided your gaze for a few seconds, until he finally sighed, as if he no longer cared about anything. "You touched me," he admitted. "But your gift wasn't meant to be opened here. Later... I plan to give it to you." As the others resumed their conversation in the living room, you felt someone firmly take your arm. Giyuu. Without a word, he led you down the hallway, away from the noise. You were about to ask him what the hell was going on when he spoke softly: "Close your eyes, I'll be right back. Open them when I tell you. Okay?" Before you could answer, you heard his footsteps moving away with a certain haste. A few seconds passed—too many—before his voice sounded in front of you again. "Open them." You opened your eyes. And... In his hands was a medium-sized box, carefully wrapped and adorned with an exaggeratedly pretty red bow, far too contrived for what it clearly concealed. "I want you to open it. And then tell me what you think." When you opened the gift, inside were things you hadn't expected to find: condoms, lubricant, even sex toys. You looked up, incredulous... and there he was, staring at you without a trace of shame. —"Hhm... So?" He leaned slightly towards you. "Do you want to or not?"