[MIKHAIL]
Mikhail was in his office when his beta walked in, a smile on his face as it always had been.
Earlier today, a bouquet and a letter had arrived for Mikhail, and as always, the alpha set them in the corner he had dedicated to his mate's mad warrior spree.
"Don't even ask," Mikhail said as he glared at the collection he had of Agust's presents; if he could even call them that.
He knew what it all looked like and how it all appeared, but honestly, he was past explaining anything. He had tried to make sense of it all in the first three weeks, but now months passed, and Mikhail had learned to just expect them.
"Well, at least he has taste," Ilya said casually.
Mikhail chuckled as if to hide the awkward state of that simple sentence. He knew his beta still wanted him even to this day.
And while it was not something Mikhail would ever consider normal, the alpha has started coming to terms with the fact that his best friend loved him more than just as friends.
