[A/N] Yooo, what's up guys? This one is for RavenFire2023. Here you are, sis! I hope it's fluffy enough for you!

Let it not go unsaid that I, Kyoko Kirgiri, do not like gift-giving. As the Ultimate Detective, it is not particularly difficult to perceive what somebody would like. The problem I find is what implications the gift would give off when given by someone like me. For example, Leon would love blueberry perfume, but that might come across as me presuming him a player. Or if I gave Sakura a God of War charm, it would be as though I told her that all there is to her is martial arts.

Meanwhile, I could list several things I could get Makoto for his birthday; we are a couple, after all. But part of why he likes me is that he feels special when he's around me. I couldn't give him a present that would make him think of himself as average. So I did what every girl does when she needs ideas; I looked at Pinterest. It has inspired me to make one of those little booklets full of coupons that I will have to fulfill. I've even enlisted the help of Yasuhiro, whose handwriting is surprisingly impressive. I, however, am drawing the art and coming up with the prizes for the coupon. We'll see how this goes.

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I hear sluggish knocks on my bedroom door. I open up. Makoto is slouching over in exhaustion, hair even more wild than normal. He gives a tired smirk and hands me a coupon. "Breakfast in Bed." Alright then. "What would you like?"

"Western style. Pancakes and bacon. And a glass of milk. Thank you, dear," he murmurs.

"Sure. Now get some rest." He kisses me on the cheek and then wanders into my bedroom, sliding into my bed. I open my mouth to protest; his room is literally right next to mine. But I see his small smile as he cozies up, so I decide to leave him be.

I make my way into the kitchen and pull out the ingredients I need. I measure out everything to within an inch of its life; while I admire the way that chefs can accurately estimate how much of certain ingredients they should add without measuring cups, I prefer to be exact. But then, just as I'm about to put the batter on the griddle, I get a flash of inspiration. I shake some sprinkles into the batter, whistling as though nothing happened. "Oh, no. What a predicament. I accidentally added sprinkles," I lie, despite the fact that nobody else is in here. It's a curious thing. I talk to myself more now that Makoto and I are together. Like I want him to understand what's running through my head. Before I know it, the pancakes are done. I fry up some bacon and pour a glass of milk. And then I return to my dorm room.

"Good morning," I comment, placing the tray on the nightstand. He yawns and stretches as I get into bed next to him.

"Mmm. That smells amazing. Thank you!"

"Dig in."

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He weeps at the romantic drama on the tv, holding me as though I would disappear. It's taking all of my effort to not point out inconsistencies in the plot. Earlier today, he had turned in the, "Control of the Remote," coupon, and since then, he's been going back and forth between action-packed superhero movies and melodramatic romances. I don't understand how he can stand the constant mood whiplash. He described it as, "keeping it fresh."

"Kyoko, it's so sad!"

I don't feel much attachment to these characters. They're relatively stereotypical. Even so, I respond, "...Indeed. Illnesses are ruthless and uncaring. It doesn't matter how much you love someone. They could still get sick."

"Don't get sick, Kyoko. Please, promise me you won't."

"I'll try my best."

"You know, I wanna watch a different movie. I wanna watch a movie where romance and true love can make everything better." He winds up putting in "Tangled." He adores this movie. He knows the words to all the songs, and he's played it so often in my presence that I've learned most of them, too. Watching him prance and dance and sing around makes me feel a certain fondness. It's better than him crying and worrying needlessly about me.

When, "I See the Light," comes on, he sings at the top of his lungs, looking at me expectantly. How troublesome. I sigh and sing Eugene's part— if anyone's the princess in this relationship, it's Makoto. Despite this, he seems satisfied that I'm singing at all. When the song concludes, he gives me a soft kiss. In a bold and somewhat rare display of intimacy on my part, I nuzzle my nose against his.

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I figured that this one would be the most difficult for me, yet it's actually not too bad. "You know, I've never told you this before, but I've always thought your hoodie is pretty stylish."

"Thank you!" he grins playfully.

"You know, I've seen many smiles in my work as a Detective, but yours is probably the most genuine one I've ever seen. No wonder our class trusts you so much," I comment. He blushes.

Yep. Today, Makoto handed in the, "Day of Excessive Compliments," card. I was worried when he gave it to me. He seemed down, and I didn't think I was a sentimental enough person to make him feel better. But I guess Makoto just naturally seems to blossom when given praise. And apparently I have more things to compliment him on than I thought. It's been simple coming up with real compliments. Since this morning, his expression appears so much more relaxed.

It's earning us a couple odd looks from our classmates. Affection is not something I'm known for. But every time they look like they're about to ask, I merely show them the coupon.

The best part of this whole ordeal, however, is how our other classmates jump into the mix. When he studies for his algebra II test, I compliment his work ethic. Taka and Sakura pipe up with pride. When he finds a rabbit outside and sets out a piece of bell pepper for it, I point out his gentle nature. Chihiro and Sayaka vehemently agree. When Makoto helps Hifumi finish up his cosplay, and I admire the way he takes interest in the hobbies of others, Hifumi and Hiro excitedly enthuse about it. On and on it goes.

When at last, we get ready for bed, I take a look at him, and he stares back at me. "You're so... you're so good, Makoto Naegi. I could never imagine someone being so beloved."

"Kyoko... thank you," he responds, tears in his eyes. "Today was amazing."

I give a huff of laughter. "You're so transparent. It means a lot to someone like me."

He wraps his arms around me. I can't help but smile.