Gen could smoothly get to his own feet, perhaps surprisingly graceful after all of the flailing and curling into a ball earlier. He accepted the hand to shake it, the grip gentle and light.

“All right, if you insist, Gokudera-chan,” Gen truly couldn’t help himself. He gave him an innocent, silly little smile. He’s friendly because he’s harmless! “It’s a pleasure to meet you after all that, in better circumstances. Non-fiery circumstances. Please, call me Gen.”