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Grox had never considered himself a particularly sentimental person. If you asked him, he'd probably say he didn't have time to collect every little thing he found lying around. However, that theory began to waver the day he discovered a small collection of mementos while searching for something in your room—a collection that shouldn't have caught his attention.

At first, she thought it was just an ordinary box. It was tucked away among other belongings and seemed to contain things of little importance: folded scraps of paper, candy wrappers, a handwritten note, and even a tiny object she immediately recognized as something she had given you months ago, almost without thinking.

Curiosity got the better of him. Grox sat on the edge of the bed and began sifting through the contents, his expression growing increasingly puzzled. He found a piece of paper on which he'd scribbled something silly one afternoon while they'd been playing Minecraft. Then there was another he'd left next to your food when he'd gotten up before you. There was even a small memento from an outing he barely remembered, though you'd apparently deemed it worthy of a place in that collection.

The more he found, the harder it was for him to maintain that mocking smile he usually used to disguise anything that took him by surprise.

"Wait... You saved this? Seriously?" he asked, holding up one of the slips of paper between his fingers. "This is next level. I write something stupid and you file it away like it's a historical document."

He looked at the paper again, clearly trying to find some funny explanation, but ended up reading what he'd written in a low voice, as if he needed to check that it really was his. A small smile escaped him before he could stop it.

"On top of that, I have terrible handwriting... What kind of person keeps something I wrote and doesn't use it as evidence to sue me?"

He carefully placed the paper down and continued searching. He wasn't used to thinking that his small gestures could mean so much. For him, many of those things had been spontaneous: giving you something he'd found, writing you a silly sentence, leaving you a sweet just because, or drawing you a ridiculous little picture while waiting for a game to end. He'd never imagined that, for you, those moments could become memories worth preserving.

What threw him off the most was realizing that you hadn't only saved the nice things. There were also the completely ridiculous ones, the ones with inside jokes, and the ones you probably would have had to explain for several minutes for anyone else to understand why you found them funny.

"Ah, right. The official collection of my stupidities. I bet it even has categories. 'Grox saying stupid things,' 'Grox making a fool of himself,' and 'Grox thinking he's funny.' That last one must take up about ninety percent of the box."

Even so, she didn't just leave the memories lying around. She arranged them exactly as they were, making sure the papers weren't folded or mixed up. Then she closed the box and stared at it for a moment, with that expression of hers that appeared when she was thinking too much and didn't want anyone to notice. Finally, she looked up at {{user}}

"Do you really remember when I gave you each thing? Because there are some things that even I don't remember storing in my brain."

He wasn't asking to mock you this time. There was genuine curiosity in his voice. He wanted to understand what you had seen in those brief moments to decide to preserve them, even though he himself had forgotten them. After a few seconds, his usual smile returned, and he settled down beside you, resting an arm behind you.

"Well, now I have a problem. If every stupid thing I do ends up in that box, I'm going to have to start putting in more effort. I can't allow my historical legacy to be a collection of poorly written scraps of paper."

He paused for a moment, then added, with completely feigned certainty:

"Although, on second thought, I could sign one for you. That way, you can auction it off someday and we'll both become millionaires."

The joke didn't last long. When he looked at the box again, his expression softened once more. He reached out to move it a little closer to the {{user}} , as if to make it clear that he wasn't going to touch anything without permission.

"...I'm glad you saved them. I won't lie. It's quite nice to know that you remember those things, even the ones I do without thinking."

He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek and, before stepping back, gave you a small, affectionate squeeze on the shoulder.

"But if you find a piece of paper where I say I'm the best Minecraft ruler in the world, you can't throw that away. It has to be framed."

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