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Shouta just wanted to refill his hot chocolate.
He had no idea about the secret mistletoe that Nemuri had planted until it was too late.
Hizashi Yamada had been passing by his friend, not even thinking about the future consequences. He simply wanted to put one of his many gifts for his friends under the Christmas tree.
But now here he was, standing in complete shock and silence as he and Shouta locked eyes, the noise of his two friends nagging them on to kiss fading in the background.
He couldn’t help himself but get lost in Shouta’s eyes. The way his beating red eyes reflected from the light always caused him to blush, fantasising about his friend holding him with his head near his heartbeat. Hizashi loved the smell of Shouta, the cheap cologne he used mixed with his natural scent always made the blonde’s chest flutter in a way no one had ever done before.
The boy suddenly shook his head from his thoughts, eyeing Oboro and gaining a small flash of confidence from the thumbs up he gave. Shouta only rolled his eyes in response too Hizashi’s cocky grin, his green braces reflecting from the light (unlike his slightly yellowed teeth).
“Whelp. You know the rules ‘Zawa! You better start tossing my lips like a salad!” The blonde exclaimed, striking a ridiculous pose and causing both of his friends to burst out into a small fit of laughter. Shouta didn’t seem to impressed.
“No thanks.” The raven spoke bluntly, approaching the kitchen in order to achieve that hot chocolate refill that got him into this mess. Hizashi pouted, crossing his arms like a small child who wasn’t given a quarter for a gum ball.
“D’aww c’mon Sho’! It’s the rules to kiss under a mistletoe!” The blonde began, approaching Shouta has he added some coffee mixture into his once sweet beverage. “What are you? Chicken?” Hizashi gawked, mimicking an overly dramatic chicken and causing a slight blush of annoyance to tinge at Shouta’s face.
“No. I simply have standards.” He snapped, causing Hizashi’s jaw to drop.
Then suddenly, Aizawa smirked his mischievous shit eating grin, the two friends on the sidelines picking up on it quickly.
He was plotting something.
“You know what ‘Zashi? It’s Christmas afterall. Let’s do it.”
Hizaahi’s eyes suddenly widened, his face becoming as red as a beetroot as he turned at his friend and his smile. Was he being serious?! Was this seriously about to happen?! He coughed into his fist, his palms becoming sweaty as Aizawa came closer and closer to the blonde. Despite Hizashi being taller, he felt ‘so’ much smaller than Shouta, who inched closer and closer to the blonde until his lips were right by his ear. His warm breath caused Hizashi to shudder.
“Close your eyes. I want you to enjoy this.” Shouta whispered into Hizashi’s ear, the blonde eager to give into his crush’s request.
He shut his eyes slowly…
leaning closer and closer to Shouta as his heart beat against his chest like a drum…
This was finally happening!
He was finally going to kiss the man of his dreams!
When he locked lips….
The first thing Hizashi felt was fur… Wait- fur!?
Hizashi snapped his eyes open, but instead of Shouta’s eyes greeting him like he’d imagined, he’d instead been greeted by the presence of his cat Mochi, who was now meowing in annoyance from being held by Shouta.
Oboro and Nemuri were on the carpet, practically howling in a fit of laughter as Hizashi ran to the kitchen, rinsing his mouth with as much water as possible in order to erase the taste of cat breath from his tongue.
Shouta smirked. “Merry Christmas ‘Zashi.”