“Oi, Syo-tan!” He calls the name as he comes closer,
               hands behind his back with his smile edging on coy. 

              “I know I was super rude when I came to your room
               and practically turned it upside down, so I’m calling
               a truce!” He holds out his hands in front of him and there
               in his grasp is a tiny bag tied closed by the cutest pink bow
               he could find. “Will you accept my gift? I made it myself!”