Haruto's eyebrows rise when the door opens, and he looks Nitoh up and down with an appreciative curve to his mouth. "Very nice," he says, "not old fashioned at all. Just not--trendy college student. More professional." He nods, satisfied with that answer. "You bought a coat, too, finally?"

He lopes closer. "I got you something," he says, though he figures that's obvious as he lifts the present, blue wrapping paper and gold bow. "Happy birthday." He's abruptly a little nervous, and looks away, rubbing his finger under his nose.