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“Ahhhh-”
You elbowed your boyfriend. “Stop that, you look dumb,” you mumbled, pulling your scarf up to cover your face more.
“Eh? I’m just trying to catch a snowflake. Ahhh.” He stuck his tongue out, one snowflake carefully landing on it.
“Looh, looh! I caugh’ one,” he said, pointing excitedly at his face, tongue still out.
“I said not to do that and you look dumb,” you shot at him, picking up your pace.
He huffed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, princess. C’mere,” he said, grabbing your waist.
“Wha- ‘Tsumu!” You wriggled in his grip as he leaned in close to your face. “What are you doing?”
“Teachin’ you a fuckin’ lesson,” he whispered in your ear before licking a hot stripe up the side of your face. “Bet you’ll pay attention to me now,” he said victoriously, letting go of you.
You stumbled out of his hands before wiping your face vigorously. “I’m gonna kill you,” you whispered. “You’re dead, I’m gonna fucking kill you, I’m gonna kill you,” you said, voice getting louder.
He held his hands up in surrender. “I mean, any chance for your hands to be on my body, I’m not saying no-”
You cut him off as you jumped on him, the surprising gesture unbalancing him and bringing both of you falling to the pavement.
“Did you- did you just tackle me?” He asked as the air returned to his lungs, hacking and coughing.
“I did, and I don’t regret a single thing about it,” you argued, poking his chest. “You can’t just lick my face.”
He picked his head up off the ground to look you in the eyes. “Uh, I can and I did, so suck it,” he said, sticking his tongue out at you.
You grabbed his tongue with your gloved hand and pulled towards you. “Maybe you should stop sticking your tongue out before I cut it off,” you threatened, a smile rising to your face.
“Maybe you shoulth thry havingth fun while we’re here,” he shot back, his hand prying your own off his tongue. “Hey, looh,” he said, signaling up with his eyes.
You glanced above the two of you to see his other hand dangling a mistletoe above the two of you. You looked back down at him, frowning. “I’m not kissing you.”
He gasped, finally wrestling his tongue out of your grip. “It’s Christmas Law, babe. You can’t defy the law.”
“I can and I will,” you fired back, standing up and dusting the snow off your coat. “C’mon, I wanna see the lights.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. “You’ve never seen the light display, have you?”
You held a hand out for him and he took it. You leaned back, using your body weight to pull him up. He sprung to his feet, still smiling stupidly.
“I haven’t, we didn’t get to come last year because of the whole fiasco with Suna and them,” you said, snickering.
Atsumu rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Mmm, yeah, that wasn’t the most ideal way to spend our break…”
“Definitely not,” you laughed, grabbing his free hand and pulling him along the sidewalk. “C’moooooon, ‘Tsuuumuuuu,” you dragged out. “I wanna seeeee the liiiiights.”
He shoved the mistletoe back into his coat pocket and began walking with you once again. “I heard you the first time, Jesus Christ. Now, I think it should be right around this corner if I remember corre-”
Your eyes widened at the sheer amount of colours in front of your eyes. The snow had slowed down a bit, and you could hear bells ringing in the air, mixed in with excited chatter and laughter. Children chased each other around a giant tree in the middle of the square, wrapped and decorated with the brightest shades of reds, greens, and golds. A smile quickly rose to your face as you pointed ecstatically at the decked out plaza.
“Are you seeing this, ‘Tsumu? Look at all the lights! It- it’s beautiful,” you said, almost jumping out of joy.
He laughed. “I see it, baby. I’m glad you like it. We can come every year if you want,” he suggested, taking note of the happiness in your eyes.
“Really? I’d love that, I really, really, really would. Thank you for bringing me,” you whispered, smiling at him and giving his hand a light squeeze.
He looked at you with pure adoration and grinned again, leaning forward to adjust your scarf. “Thank you for sticking with me long enough to see it.”
You leaned into his touch and smiled softly to yourself. “Of course, dummy. Where would you be without me?”
He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, his smile only growing. “Probably jail, or even worse, Suna’s house.”
You giggled, raising a hand to poke his cheek. “Don’t say mean things about him when he’s not here to defend himself.”
“Whatever, it’s not like he cares. Let’s go get a picture by the tree, yeah?”
“Say Rudolph!”
“I’m not saying Rudolph,” you mumbled through your smile.
“Rudolph!” Atsumu’s joyful voice sent warmth through your body and you couldn’t help but smile wider at the sound of it.
You glanced over at him as he gave the photographer his email for the photos. He had worn the scarf you had given him last year and by God, did he look adorable in it.
He jogged back over and wrapped you in a big hug, picking you up and swinging you around.
“What was that for?” You asked as he put you down, smoothing out your clothes.
“No reason,” he said innocently, fidgeting with his pocket.
You cocked an eyebrow at him. “If you bring out that godforsaken mistletoe again, I swear I’m gonna-”
He waved the small plant above the two of you, grinning down at you.
You opened your mouth to say something, but he was quicker.
“Just shut up and kiss me already,” he mumbled, leaning into you.
He was warm, and pulling you into him. You smiled into his lips before pulling away and hugging him as hard as you could.
“Merry Christmas, ‘Tsumu.”
Fin.