Ayato tries to get take Hinami a special gift. He may reluctantly have to recruit Touka and Kaneki for aid.

Oooh what kinda gift? Since it’s unspecified, my mind will create its worst. 

They were walking down an expensive street in Tokyo when Ayato saw it.

A ring, decorated with what looks like a yellow topaz butterfly. 

He nudged Hinami, and she blushed and smiled. Then they kept walking.

But he remembered the ring a week later for Hinami’s birthday.

Well, he began by stumbling out of bed, cussing himself out for not remembering her birthday. 

Yomo looks at him with mild disapproval, but Touka knows she has no ground to stand on when it comes to swearing.

We’re in a rebellion. We’re working for public enemy number one. I don’t have time for this shit!

Yet, the ring still matters to him. Everything about it was delicate and precious, like Hinami. 

“Touka, meet me in the kitchen.” He stomps past his sister.

“What’s up?” Touka hurries after him, worried. 

“It’s Hina’s birthday.”

“I know.”

“Wanna help me rob a jewelry store?” He grins.

“Ayato!” She shoves him. “Sure, let’s risk our rebellion for jewelry for – oh. Oh.”

Ayato’s face is beet red. “Stop.”

“You like Hinami,” Touka sings.

“Shut up!”

“If you like her, just buy her the ring.”

“It looked expensive.”

Touka frowns. “How expensive?” 

“Never mind. Forget it. I don’t – I don’t need to blow through Re’s savings.” He brushes away, but she holds him back.

“I’ll see what I have.” To Ayato’s horror, soon she’s marching upstairs, yelling, “Wake up, king!”

And that is how Kaneki and Touka nearly bankrupted their own rebellion giving Ayato cash for the ring, and why they felt entitled to spy on the kids that evening. 

“I – I saw this and thought of you.” Ayato holds up the butterfly, whose yellow diamonds sparkle even in the moonlight. “I’m very glad you were born.”

“Ayato!” Hinami shakes her head. “Is this?”

“The ring we say before. Special ring for a special girl,” he says uneasily.

Hinami throws her arms around him. 

Oh my god; why is she crying? Ayato gasps.

“I love it!” She pulls back, smiling. “You know, everyone says I’m sweet, but you’re also a sweetheart, Ayato.”

Around the corner, Touka eyed Kaneki.