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Reo Mikage was a wealthy teenager.
At only 17 years old, he would be living the life that anybody could have ever dreamed of - drowned in riches from work-alcoholic parents, yet he was adored with everything he had ever wished for. Varying from those battery-powered RC trucks and cars that he wanted at the age of five, an entire extravagant arcade room solely for himself on his special double-digit birthday, to luxurious trips all over the world in adolescence. It’s not that he ever complained about his life - it was a “ you name it, I’ll get it” exchange within the family. Everyone would consider Reo as a spoiled brat, but surprisingly one with a heart of gold when it comes to one individual.
It was December, and his family had transformed the mansion into a festive wonderland, adorning every corner with an ocean of holiday decorations. A brand-new chandelier hung in the grand, spacious living room, casting a warm, golden glow that added a touch of elegance to the already lavish setting. Reo’s parents also made sure to offer plans, ideas and gifts during family gatherings - showering him with all the possibilities that he could get for Christmas, but all had only gone in one ear and out the other.
Ever since Reo had laid eyes on a boy in the middle of the hallway at the start of the semester, he had never left his mind. The boy had fluffy hair the colour of snow, perpetually messy as if he’d just rolled out of bed, and an expression so indifferent that it intrigued Reo instantly. Seishiro Nagi was the complete opposite of him- unbothered, quiet, and seemingly uninterested in anything beyond his phone and snacks. Yet, that effortless apathy only made him stand out more in Reo’s world of polished surfaces and carefully curated perfection.
Reo wasn’t sure what drew him to Nagi. Maybe it was the way Nagi seemed to exist outside the rules and expectations that governed everyone else’s lives. Or perhaps it was the rare moments where Nagi looked passionate- usually when he was dug deep in his video games. Whatever it was, Reo found himself wanting to be a part of Nagi’s world, to uncover the layers behind that sleepy gaze.
And so, Reo had done what he did best- he pursued.
Over the months, Reo had done everything he could to bring Nagi closer. He dragged him to play football with him, bribing him with limited-edition gaming consoles and promises of his favourite food. He sat with him during lunch, often doing most of the talking while Nagi scrolled through his phone. Reo happened to comply with Nagi's wishes in feeding him and affectionately carrying him on his back, for the sole reason that Nagi thought everything was a “hassle”. Though it wasn’t easy breaking through Nagi’s shell, Reo had learned to read the subtle changes in him- the way his lips twitched ever so slightly when he was amused or the way he tilted his head when he was genuinely listening. He was ever so adorable in Reo’s gleaming eyes.
Now, with Christmas approaching, Reo found himself yearning for something he couldn’t simply buy or negotiate his way into. He didn’t just want to be Nagi’s friend or teammate. He wanted more. He wanted Nagi to look at him with the same focus he reserved for a new game or a particularly challenging play on the field. He wanted to matter to him in a way no one else did.
As he stood in the grand living room, staring at the glittering decorations his parents had painstakingly arranged, Reo felt a pang of frustration. None of it mattered- not the chandelier, not the presents stacked under the tree, not the extravagant feast being planned. All he wanted for Christmas was Nagi - have him all to himself.
And even if it was possible, date .
But how do you ask for something that can’t be wrapped in a bow?
-
“Say.. Nagi.” Reo mumbles, fidgeting with his fingers and feet tapping on the lush carpet under his desk. He hears the rustling of blankets coming from the other end of the phone, and a lazy hum in response, “Are you coming to the party my parents are hosting at my place?”
“I already said I’d come, didn’t I?” Nagi’s voice was muffled, probably from lying face-first in his blankets. Reo could almost picture him, phone precariously balanced on the edge of his pillow, white hair tousled and sticking out in every direction.
“Yeah- um I know,” Reo said quickly, his words tumbling over each other. “I for- I just wanted to make sure. You’re not exactly big on crowds.” Feeling warmth rising to his cheeks in embarrassment, he goes to plop down on his own king-sized bed.
There was a pause on the other end, followed by the faint sound of Nagi shifting, and a sigh as he mumbled “ Crap, I died” .
“Hmm. Crowds are a pain.. dressing up is a pain.. but I guess if you are there it isn’t.”
Reo let out a small laugh, relieved. “Right um.. My parents went all out this year. You’ll like it. They’ve got this chef flying in to make all kinds of desserts- ”
“Don’t need to sell me on it, Reo,” Nagi interrupts, a hint of amusement creeping into his usually monotone voice. “I said I’ll come.”
Attempting to suppress the grin in his voice, Reo bites his lip and rolls around on the duvet. It’s a good thing the blankets manage to muffle the squeals that uncontrollably escape his throat. He clears his throat before replying, “Cool. So, uh, I’ll see you Friday?” Reo asked, forcing his voice to sound casual.
“Mm..Friday.”
Silence.
“Night, Reo.”
The call ends with a soft click, leaving Reo alone in his room, his phone still warm in his hand. He sighs, sinking more into the mattress as he stares at the ceiling in anticipation.
“Sleep well, my treasure.”
-
A week ago, while the Mikage family was fine-dining at a lavish French restaurant, Reo’s mother had brought up her plans for a grand Christmas party. She envisioned a lively evening at the Mikage Manor, filled with family friends, colleagues, and an abundance of festive cheer. With its sprawling size and elegant decor, the manor was the perfect setting for such an event.
Reo’s father, ever the agreeable partner, nodded in approval as their main courses arrived. “A fine idea,” he said, swirling his glass of red wine. “We’ll make it the event of the season.”
They then turned their attention to Reo, seated across from them, absentmindedly poking at his truffle risotto.
“Reo dear, is there anyone you’d like to bring over for the party?” his mother asked, her voice honeyed as she sipped her wine. Her perfectly manicured nails tapped lightly against the glass as she smiled at him, expectant.
Reo blinked, startled by the sudden question. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation, his mind wandering to the latest soccer drills and, inevitably, to Nagi.
“Uh… anyone?” he repeated, stalling for time.
His mother chuckled softly, setting her glass down. “Yes, darling. A friend, perhaps? Or someone special?”
Reo felt his cheeks warm at her words, though he quickly masked it with a casual shrug. “I’ll think about it.”
“Do think carefully,” his father added, adjusting his tie. “It’s good to maintain connections, especially with people who matter.”
People who matter. The phrase lingered in Reo’s mind long after the conversation shifted to guest lists and catering arrangements. Only one name kept coming to him.
-
Though Reo had an insufferable time deciding what presents to gift, the challenge wasn’t just about finding something impressive- it was about finding something meaningful. Despite his best efforts in transforming his room into a fine-tuned sanctuary of comfort, it wasn’t exactly Christmas without a few surprises here and there. However, his generosity posed a frustrating hurdle. Reo had always been the type to casually shower Nagi with gifts during their hangouts, slipping him the latest gaming consoles or limited-edition merch with a nonchalant shrug and an “I figured you’d like it.” He never waited for an occasion, and as a result, the element of surprise had long since faded.
Now, as he mulled over what could possibly top the countless gifts he’d already given, the pressure felt insurmountable. What could he possibly offer that would stand out? That would feel special. Reo found himself overthinking every possibility. Jewelry felt too impersonal, and more games would be redundant. He briefly considered something extravagant- maybe a vacation or an exclusive membership to some high-end club but quickly dismissed the idea. It wasn’t about the cost. It was about the thought.
What he really wanted was to give Nagi something that would linger. Something that would stay with him the way Nagi stayed in Reo’s thoughts, long after their time together. His mind wandered to smaller, quieter moments between them the times when Nagi’s indifference softened when his gaze lingered a little too long, or when a rare, genuine smile curved his lips. Those moments were fleeting but precious, and Reo wanted to capture that same feeling in his gift.
With a sudden spark of inspiration, Reo decided. It wasn’t about the extravagance.
-
The week leading up to the party had been nothing short of a symphony of activity within the Mikage manor. The staff moved with practised precision, like notes in a finely tuned orchestra, each member playing their part to bring Reo’s mother’s vision to life. Hallways became highways of hurried footsteps, trays of delicacies balanced with care, and garlands being draped with the meticulousness of an artist's brushstroke. The air was humming with anticipation, the scent of fresh pine and spiced candles weaving through the house like a whispered promise of festivity. Reo was certainly not surprised when her mother came back from her business trip and fawned over the transformation of the mansion.
Reo had put his best efforts into decorating his room, making sure to gather more pillows and comforters than anyone could reasonably need. He wanted the space to feel perfect, and cosy in a way that matched Nagi’s laid-back vibe. If Nagi was going to stay over and Reo had every intention of making that happen- he wanted everything to be just right.
He’d even gone as far as rearranging the furniture, creating a corner that looked more like a personal theatre. A room cinema TV was installed, complete with surround sound, and he made sure to bring up the best games from the arcade downstairs. His parents didn’t question the sudden influx of delivery boxes marked with tech and gaming logos-at this point, they were used to Reo’s whims.
“This is for Nagi,” he reminded himself as he tested the console setup for the third time, ensuring there wasn’t a single lag in performance. Knowing Nagi, his best friend would be too lazy to move around. Therefore, his bedroom must contain everything they could possibly need.
By the end of the week, Reo’s room had transformed. The usual clean, minimalist look was replaced with a warmer, more welcoming atmosphere. String lights draped across the headboard, soft throws were piled on the couch, and snacks were discreetly stashed in drawers where Nagi would undoubtedly find them. Beanbags were placed in front of the footboard of the bed with silk, fleece and plush blankets thrown over.
Reo stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, surveying his work. It wasn’t just about impressing Nagi- okay, maybe it was a little - but it was more about making sure Nagi felt comfortable. That he felt wanted.
-
As the evening descended, so did the first of the guests, their laughter and chatter filling the manor with life. Reo greets a few politely, his smile practised and his demeanour poised, but his mind remained fixated on one arrival. He checks his phone every few minutes, scanning for a message that refuses to come.
Finally, well past the time he’d expected, the doorbell rings again. Reo’s heart stuttered, his feet moving before he could think, weaving through clusters of guests to reach the entrance.
There he was.
Nagi was standing at the threshold, his usual dishevelled appearance slightly altered. He was wearing a casual but striking ensemble- a fitted black turtleneck under a sleek coat, paired with boots that clicked softly against the marble floor as he stepped inside. His snowy hair was as untamed as ever, but the sharp lines of his outfit gave him an almost ethereal elegance like a wayward angel dropped into a room of diamonds. Reo blinked his eyes in awe, soaking in the rare yet majestic look of his best friend who was standing in front of him, head tilted to the side with his usual nonchalant expression plastered on his face.
“H-Hey.” Reo breathes, hand reaching into his pockets, attempting to look laid-back and putting up a casual front. “You’re late.”
Nagi shrugs, his hands buried in his pockets. “Got caught up playing a new game. Lost track of time.”
Reo couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “Of course you did. Come on, I’ll show you around.”
The two made their way into the main room, where guests mingled under the glow of the chandelier, its golden light cascading like liquid amber over the polished floors. Reo watched as Nagi scanned the room, his expression as neutral as ever, though Reo noticed the slight upward twitch of his lips when a server passed by with a tray of pastries.
“You don’t really blend in with this crowd,” Reo noted, his voice low enough for only Nagi to hear.
“Didn’t plan to,” Nagi replied with a lazy grin, still eyeing the dessert as it passed by. “Not really my thing, all this fancy stuff.”
Reo sighed, a soft smile playing on his face despite himself. Without another word, he strode over to the server balancing the tray, plucking a lemon tart from the assortment. Turning back to Nagi, he held the tart delicately between his fingers and motioned toward him.
Nagi didn’t hesitate, leaning forward slightly and parting his lips. Reo’s breath hitched as he moved closer, gently placing the tart into Nagi’s mouth. Though this wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this- Nagi had an inexplicable fondness for being fed—it never failed to send a flush of warmth spreading across Reo’s cheeks.
“There,” Reo said softly, his voice almost drowned out by the lively hum of the room. He watched intently as Nagi bit down, the soft crunch of the pastry echoing faintly between them.
Nagi chewed thoughtfully, his expression unreadable save for the faintest crease of approval at the corner of his mouth. “It’s good,” he finally said, his usual monotone tinged with the slightest note of satisfaction.
Reo’s smile widened, his chest tightening with an inexplicable fondness. “Lemon must’ve piqued your interest, huh?” he teased, already reaching forward again to offer Nagi the remaining bit of the tart.
“Mhm,” Nagi hummed, nodding as he leaned in for the last bite. Once he’d finished, his tongue darted out to lick his lips thoroughly, as if savouring the lingering tang of citrus.
The two lingered in the main room for a while, weaving through the crowd as Reo greeted a handful of familiar faces. Nagi followed at his own pace, hands still stuffed into his hoodie pockets, his posture relaxed yet entirely out of place amidst the formal atmosphere.
Occasionally, Reo would glance back at him, making sure he wasn’t too overwhelmed or annoyed. Not that Nagi ever seemed fazed by much. He stayed close, his gaze lazily drifting from the twinkling decorations to the extravagant buffet tables.
it isn’t our usual guest, Nagi!”
The two turned toward the familiar voice, met with Reo’s parents approaching them with glasses of wine in hand. Reo’s father wore a polished smile, his navy suit tailored to perfection, while his mother’s crimson gown shimmered faintly, hugging her form and emphasizing her curves.
Nagi blinked, his expression neutral as always, though he straightened slightly under their gaze.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Mikage,” he mumbled, his tone polite but distant.
“Good evening, Nagi,” Reo’s mother said warmly, her eyes softening as they settled on him. “You’re looking… casual tonight.”
Reo stiffened slightly, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Mom- ”
“It suits you,” she added quickly, her tone reassuring. “It’s refreshing to have someone who doesn’t take things too seriously. Though I do hope you’re enjoying the party.”
Nagi shrugged, one hand still buried in his hoodie pocket. “It’s okay. Reo’s been keeping me entertained.”
Reo’s father chuckled, his gaze shifting to his son. “I’m sure he has. He hasn’t stopped talking about tonight for days.”
“Dad.” Reo’s tone was firm, though the redness on his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.
Nagi tilted his head slightly, his gaze flicking to Reo. “Really? Didn’t know you were that excited.”
Reo cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at Nagi. “Well, you know… wanted everything to be perfect.”
His mother smiled knowingly, taking a sip of her wine. “Well, we’ll leave you two to it. Don’t let us keep you from having fun.”
Reo nodded quickly, grateful for the out. “Thanks, Mom.”
As his parents moved on to mingle with other guests, Reo let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Your parents are nice,” Nagi commented, his tone casual.
“Yeah,” Reo muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “They like you.”
“Mm,” Nagi hummed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I think your dad knows you planned all this for me.”
Reo’s eyes widened, and he turned to Nagi, his face burning. “What? No—well, maybe, but—”
Nagi interrupted, his voice soft as his gaze fell to the floor. “I like when you do stuff for me.”
The casual admission sent a rush of warmth through Reo’s chest. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. “Well… good. Because I like doing stuff for you.”
“Reo,” Nagi drawled, stopping near the dessert display. “I’m a bit tired now, and I’m bored.”
Reo raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Boring? But you just said you liked that I did things for you.” He gestured dramatically to the room, the chandelier’s golden glow reflecting in his violet eyes.
Nagi’s expression didn’t shift. “You know I don’t like crowds.”
“Why did you come, then?
“Because you told me to.”
Reo laughed, grabbing a macaron from a nearby tray. “Fine. What’ll make it less boring for you?”
“Hmm.” Nagi tilted his head, as if genuinely considering it. His gaze landed on Reo’s face, then dropped to his shoulder. “A piggyback, maybe.”
Reo blinked, sighing. “Again?”
“Why not?” Nagi shrugged, unbothered. “This place is big anyway.”
Reo rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around the room. Most of the guests were too busy mingling or sipping champagne to notice them. He sighed, a fond smile tugging at his lips. “Alright you big baby.”
“Mm.”
Reo shook his head, stepping closer and crouching slightly. “Get on before I change my mind.”
Without hesitation, Nagi draped his arms over Reo’s shoulders, his weight pressing down as he hopped up and wrapped his legs loosely around Reo’s waist. Despite Nagi’s lanky frame, Reo adjusted easily, his arms hooking under Nagi’s knees to keep him steady.
“Comfy?” Reo asked, his voice tinged with sarcasm as he straightened up.
“Yeah,” Nagi replied, resting his chin lazily on Reo’s shoulder. “You’re warm.”
Reo’s face flushed scarlet, but he laughed to cover it up. “You’re heavier than you look, you know that?”
“Mm, your fault for saying yes,” Nagi mumbled, sounding completely at ease, nuzzling to the nape of Reo's neck.
They wandered around like that for a while, earning a few curious glances from passing guests. Reo ignored them, focusing instead on Nagi’s soft breaths against his neck and the quiet contentment that seemed to radiate from him.
“See anything you like?” Reo asked, gesturing toward the buffet as they passed by.
“Feed me,” Nagi replied simply, his voice muffled against Reo’s shoulder.
Reo rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. He grabbed a bite-sized éclair from a tray and held it up over his shoulder. Nagi leaned forward, taking the dessert into his mouth with a satisfied hum.
“You’re like a spoiled cat,” Reo teased, reaching for another treat.
“Mm. Cats are cute,” Nagi muttered between bites.
Reo couldn’t argue with that.
After a while, Reo felt Nagi shift slightly, his hold loosening as he mumbled, “Getting sleepy.”
“Don’t fall asleep, I haven’t even shown you the surprise yet” Reo mused, though his tone was light, affectionate even. “Want me to take you upstairs?”
“Yeah,” Nagi replied without hesitation, his arms tightening briefly around Reo’s shoulders.
Reo carried him toward the grand staircase, carefully navigating through the crowd. By the time they reached the foot of the stairs, Nagi slid off his back, landing lightly on his feet.
“I can walk,” he said, though his steps were slow, his usual laziness amplified by the cozy atmosphere.
Reo led the way, the two of them ascending the staircase in comfortable silence. As they reached the upper landing, the noise from the party below faded into a soft hum, replaced by the quieter, more intimate atmosphere of the upper floor.
Reo paused in front of a door, his hand resting on the handle as he turned to Nagi. “Ready to see what I’ve been working on all week?”
Nagi gave a small nod, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he leaned slightly against the wall.
With a deep breath, Reo pushed the door open, revealing his room transformed into a private sanctuary. The lighting was soft, warm fairy lights strung across the ceiling casting a gentle glow over the space. An array of pillows and blankets covered the floor near a projector setup, where a list of games and movies was queued up on a screen. The room smelled faintly of lavender, and on a side table sat a tray of snacks and drinks, all carefully curated for Nagi’s tastes.
Nagi blinked, taking it all in before turning to Reo. “You did all this?”
“Yeah,” Reo said, scratching the back of his head. “Figured you’d be more comfortable up here. You know, away from all the fancy stuff.”
Nagi stepped inside, his movements slow and deliberate as he wandered over to the pile of pillows. He dropped down onto them, sprawling out with a content sigh.
“This is nice,” he said simply, his voice soft but genuine.
Reo’s chest swelled with relief and pride as he took in the subtle glimmer in grey orbs that sparkled at the transformation and special display, blinking so prettily, head tilted to stare into violets of Reo’s own. He joined Nagi on the floor, leaning back against the pillows. “Yeah? Glad you think so.”
Nagi reached for one of the controllers on the side table, holding it up lazily. “Wanna play something then?”
Reo smiled, settling in beside him. “Anything for you.”
-
The night unfolded in an effortless rhythm as the two immersed themselves in the games, laughter occasionally breaking through the otherwise quiet room. Nagi remained sprawled across the pillows, leaning slightly against Reo for support, his fingers lazily moving over the controller as they navigated through levels and quests together.
Eventually, the remnants of snacks and the soft glow of the projector cast an almost dreamlike atmosphere. Nagi let out a long yawn, his hand slipping from the controller as he rubbed at his eyes.
“Getting tired?” Reo asked, glancing over at him with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Nagi mumbled, his voice heavier now, slow like molasses. He sank deeper into the pillows, his head tilted toward Reo’s shoulder. “You’re warm..”
Taking a deep breath, he lifted his hand to pet the stray white strands of hair that had fallen across Nagi’s face. His fingers threaded gently through the silky locks, as if afraid to disturb the tranquil spell that had settled over them. The soft texture was like snow against his skin, cool and delicate, yet somehow grounding. Nagi let out a small, content hum at the contact, his head tilting ever so slightly into Reo’s touch. His eyes fluttered shut, long lashes casting faint shadows across his pale cheeks, and the even rise and fall of his chest was almost hypnotic. Reo’s heart raced, the closeness making him hyper-aware of every detail- the faint scent of Nagi’s shampoo, the warmth radiating from his body, and the way his breathing seemed to sync with his own. The tousle mess of Nagi’s hair was teasing him, Reo’s lips twitching in eagerness to plant a kiss atop.
Reo’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements, brushing aside the strands of hair before trailing down to graze lightly along the curve of Nagi’s ear. He hesitated for a moment, watching for any sign of discomfort, but all he received was another faint hum of approval.
“Comfortable?” Reo asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, afraid to shatter the serene moment.
“Mmhm,” Nagi murmured, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. “Could stay like this forever.”
The words sent a wave of snugness through Reo’s chest, his grip on reality slipping further as he allowed himself to fully take in the moment. Cocooned in a bubble of quiet intimacy, Reo felt more precious than any gift he could have offered, away from the contrasting bustling party outside of his room.
His hand stilled for a moment, resting lightly against Nagi’s head as he leaned his own against the plush pillows. The glow of the fairy lights danced in his peripheral vision, casting a golden halo over Nagi’s figure, in which a smile tugged at Reo’s lips at Nagi’s angelic look.
Reo closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath as he soaked in the moment. “Hey… thanks for coming tonight,” he said, his voice barely audible.
Nagi didn’t reply right away, but Reo felt his weight shift slightly, a soft nuzzle against his shoulder. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Nagi muttered.
Reo stilled as he watched Nagi’s head slip from his shoulder, the movement slow and deliberate. Before he could even process what was happening, Nagi shifted, curling himself lazily onto Reo’s lap as though it were the most natural thing in the world. His silver hair spilt across Reo’s thighs, and one arm draped over his chest, fingers brushing faintly against the soft fabric of Reo’s sweater. Reo’s breath hitched, his entire body going rigid for a moment. He wasn’t sure where to place his hands, his palms hovering awkwardly in the air before he let them settle tentatively on Nagi’s back, warm and steady. Nagi let out a soft sigh, chest rising and falling in a serene state.
“Reo,” Nagi said, his voice cutting through the quiet.
“Yeah?”
“You’ve been acting kind of weird all night,” Nagi murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he glanced up at him. “What’s going on?”
Reo blinked, caught off guard. “Weird? I’m not acting weird.”
Nagi raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Jittery. Even when we were downstairs. What’s up with that?”
Reo hesitated, looking away for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. “It’s just…” He sighed, his fingers brushing affectionately through Nagi’s hair. “I guess I’ve been nervous. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you.”
“Perfect?” Nagi echoed, tilting his head slightly. “Why does it need to be perfect?”
“Because it’s Christmas,” Reo said quickly, then immediately winced at how lame that sounded. He tried again. “And… because it’s you. I wanted to make sure you had a good time.”
Nagi blinked at him, his expression unreadable for a moment before he let out a small huff. “You’re dumb, you know that?” He shifted on his lap, before turning swiftly to face Reo’s violet darting gaze.
Reo froze, his heart sinking. “Dumb?”
“Yeah,” Nagi remarked. “You didn’t have to do all this to impress me. I don’t care about the party or the decorations.” His finger tugged at the hem of Reo’s sweater absentmindedly, “You always make those stuff like such a big deal.”
Reo felt a pang of frustration as his right arm reached to scratch the back of his neck. “But I wanted to do something special for you. I wanted to give you something memorable.”
Nagi was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on Reo’s face. “You already did,” he said finally.
Reo blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean? I didn’t actually get you anything this Christmas you know, now I feel bad I didn’t. I should’ve gotten you some expensive console again, more games for your switch or-”
“This,” Nagi said simply, interrupting Reo’s ramble and gesturing vaguely to the room around them. “Being here. Spending time together. That’s enough for me.”
Reo felt his chest tighten, his throat suddenly dry. “You’re serious?”
Nagi nodded, his eyes closing as he let out a contented huff. “Yeah. I mean, you’ve already given me everything I wanted tonight. A break from all that fancy stuff. Good food. A place to relax. And you.”
Reo’s breath hitched at the last word, his heart thundering. “Me?”
Nagi opened one eye, glancing up at him lazily. “Yeah, you. You’re the only reason I even came tonight, you know. Not the food or the games or the decorations. Just you.”
Reo’s arms twitched, and before he knew it, he lowered himself, wrapping his arms around Nagi in a tentative, almost hesitant embrace. His touch was gentle, his palms brushing against the soft fabric of Nagi’s hoodie as he pulled him closer.
“You mean it?” Reo murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. The faint tremor in his tone betrayed how much those words meant to him.
Nagi didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he shifted in Reo’s lap, leaning fully into the warmth of the hug. His arms came up slowly, one hand resting on Reo’s back while the other loosely curled around his shoulder.
“Yeah,” Nagi said, at last, his voice muffled against the crook of Reo’s neck. “I don’t lie about stuff like that. Too much effort.”
Reo huffed out a soft laugh, his breath warm against Nagi’s temple. “Effort, huh?”
“Mhm,” Nagi murmured, nuzzling slightly into the curve of Reo’s shoulder. The movement was so subtle, yet so unguarded, it made Reo’s heart swell.
They stayed like that for a while, the quiet hum of the fairy lights and the soft flicker of the projector casting a serene glow over the room. The two controllers were left on the floor side by side as Reo tightened his hold, as if afraid the moment would slip away if he let go too soon.
“You know, you mean so much to me,” Reo whispered, his chin lightly resting atop Nagi’s head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Nagi pulled back just enough to look up at him, his silver hair mussed from Reo’s touch. His gaze, usually half-lidded and veiled in a perpetual haze of disinterest, now held a startling clarity. For the first time, his grey orbs, always dim and subdued like clouds heavy with rain, seemed to glisten. They shimmered faintly, catching the soft glow of the fairy lights, as if the quiet warmth of the moment had kindled something deep within.
It was subtle, like the first glimmer of light breaking through an overcast sky, yet it transformed him entirely. In those spiralling depths, Reo swore he could see reflections of the room’s golden hues mingling with something more- a flicker of unspoken emotion that made his breath hitch. It wasn’t loud or obvious, but it was there, glowing faintly like embers waiting to ignite. His chest started to heave, as his breaths started to deepen. His eyes lingered briefly on Nagi’s beautiful eyes, then travelled further down as they traced the slope of his nose, the soft curve of his cheek, before finally settling on his lips- slightly parted, their natural pink hue catching the soft glow of the fairy lights.
Those lips, effortless in their allure, seemed to draw him in like gravity, an unspoken invitation that tugged at something deep within him. Nagi seemed to be mumbling something, however, his voice was deafened by Reo’s thunderous pulse that hammered in his ears. Heat rose to his face as he swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under the weight of the moment. Without warning, as if pulled by an unseen force, he leaned in, closing the fragile space between them and his eyes squeezed shut.
The kiss was gentle, unhurried, like the first snowfall blanketing the world in silence. His lips brushed against Nagi’s, tentative. Reo’s hand found its way to Nagi’s jaw, cradling it with the same care he would show something delicate, his thumb grazing the smooth skin just beneath his cheekbone. His eyes suddenly snapped open, as he pulled back with a scarlet flush on his cheeks. In an instant, he covered his mouth with his hands in a panic. Reo’s breaths came quick and uneven as his mind raced to process what he’d just done. His lips tingled with the ghost of the kiss, his chest heaving with a mixture of exhilaration and dread. “I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, as he scrambled to his feet. His hands, trembling, covered his flushed face as if shielding himself from the weight of his own actions. “I don’t know what came over me. I- ”
Before he could finish, Nagi moved with an uncharacteristic swiftness, catching Reo by the wrist. His grip was firm but not forceful, a grounding touch that froze Reo in place. “Don’t,” Nagi whispered, his voice low, cutting through Reo’s panic like a blade.
Reo looked down at him, wide-eyed, “Nagi, I- ”
But Nagi didn’t let him finish. In one smooth motion, he pulled Reo back down, their faces inches apart now as he lay flush on top of Nagi’s chest. Such an intimate position, and it was driving Reo into a wild, dangerous spiral. Before Reo could react, Nagi leaned in this time, closing the distance with a kiss that was firmer, more certain. It wasn’t hurried or desperate, but there was an undeniable weight to it, as though Nagi was anchoring Reo in place, pulling him back into the moment. His free hand slipped up to cup the back of Reo’s neck, his fingers threading through soft purple strands as if to ensure he wouldn’t retreat again. Reo’s panic melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his chest. His hands, still trembling slightly, lowered from his face as he hesitantly leaned into the kiss, his lips moving gently against Nagi’s in a rhythm that felt natural, almost inevitable. When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, Reo’s eyes still shut as he tried to steady his breathing. His words were inevitably stuck in his throat, as his mouth opened and closed in a struggle just to say something coherent.
Without a hint of hesitation, Nagi’s unyielding gaze bore into Reo’s, his silver eyes gleaming with an earnestness that left Reo utterly breathless. Both arms now wrapped securely around Reo’s waist, anchoring him in place, Nagi’s fingers brushed lightly against the fabric of Reo’s sweater, a casual intimacy that sent a thrill racing through him.
The faintest flush tinged Nagi’s pale ears, a soft pink that betrayed the otherwise composed demeanour he carried. Yet, in true Nagi fashion, his words were blunt, unembellished, and straight to the point. “Reo, I liked the kiss,” he said simply, his voice low but steady, as though stating an undeniable fact.
Reo’s breath hitched, his violet eyes widening as the weight of those words settled in his chest. He opened his mouth to respond again, but nothing came out; his thoughts were a chaotic mess, tangled in a web of disbelief and elation. The room seemed to shrink around them, the glow of the fairy lights casting a warm cocoon that made everything else feel distant and insignificant.
“You… liked it?” Reo finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Nagi nodded once. “Yeah. It felt nice.” His grip around Reo’s waist tightened slightly, as though afraid he might try to slip away again. “Why did you try and run away?”
A pang of guilt loitered in Reo’s chest, “I was afraid you didn’t want that.”
“But I do.”
The sensation of heat gathered at the corners of Reo’s eyes, a burning warmth that blurred his vision as his emotions surged uncontrollably. A soft tremor ran through his arms, but even as the first tear slipped free, a grin spread across his lips, unbidden and unstoppable. It wasn’t just happiness- it was relief, joy, and the overwhelming realization that the boy he had been chasing for so long, the boy that couldn’t just be bought with money, was now right here in his arms. His heart was soaring at Nagi’s words alone.
Reo let out a shaky laugh, brushing a hand across his damp cheeks as he sniffled. “You… you have no idea what this means to me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this- wanted you - for so long.”
Nagi tilted his head, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he studied Reo with a quiet intensity. “You’re crying,” he observed simply, his tone soft and unhurried.
“Yeah,” Reo admitted with a weak chuckle, wiping his eyes again. “Sorry, I’m kind of a mess right now.”
Nagi leaned in closer, his hands shifting from Reo’s waist to cup his face, his thumbs brushing away the stray tears with a gentleness that made Reo’s breath hitch. “Don’t be. I like this,” he said quietly. “I’ve always just wanted you. I don’t care about how rich you are.”
Laughing through the tears that now stained Nagi’s sweater and his own face, Reo crawled off Nagi’s chest and kneeled in front of the beanbag. With his outstretched arms, he hoisted Nagi up in his arms in bridal style. Nagi let out a small yelp in surprise, as Reo carried him towards the king-sized bed that was also filled with many plump-quilted pillows and a lavish, pervasive-white duvet. Reo gently set Nagi down on the bed, and he watched as Nagi sank into the plush comfort of the duvet, his silver hair fanning out across the white pillows, divine in its softness. The sight alone made Reo’s chest tighten with an overwhelming surge of affection. Taking off his own sweater, he slowly crawled up beside him, the sheets shifting beneath his knees as he settled down next to Nagi.
The coolness of the sheets contrasted with the warmth of their bodies as Reo nestled closer, letting the tension of the night melt away with each inch he closed between them. His arm slipped around Nagi’s waist, pulling him in until their bodies were pressed together, the warmth of Nagi’s skin seeping into his own like a comforting balm. Nagi’s body was relaxed against him, his breath slow and even as he settled into the embrace, his head resting gently on Reo’s shoulder.
Reo let out a sigh, closing his eyes as he buried his face into Nagi’s hair, the faint scent of lavender and something uniquely Nagi filling his senses. He ran a hand down Nagi’s back in soft, rhythmic strokes, his fingers gliding over the smooth fabric of Nagi’s sweater, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. It was a comforting, grounding sensation- like the world outside had disappeared and nothing mattered except this. Except them.
Nagi’s arms, still loosely draped across Reo’s chest, tightened slightly as if instinctively pulling him in closer. The warmth between them was suffocatingly perfect, a tenderness that Reo had craved for, now granted.
“Is this okay?” Reo murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, as he gently adjusted the duvet around them, cocooning them in its lush.
Nagi shifted, his cheek brushing against Reo’s chest as he let out a soft hum of approval. “Yeah. It’s perfect.” His voice was thick with contentment, the words muffled against Reo’s shirt.
Reo’s fingers gently traced the outline of Nagi’s shoulder, then paused when he noticed the way Nagi was still dressed in his party attire, the turtleneck slightly askew from the way they had sprawled onto the bed.
“Are you not hot wearing all that still?” Reo asked, his voice light but full of curiosity. Though they had been in his room for a few hours now, the warmth of the blankets and the body heat between them made it hard to ignore the discomfort of the more thermal clothes Nagi still wore.
Nagi gave a soft exhale, his eyes lazily drifting closed for a moment. “It’s too much of a hassle to change,” he replied, his voice surprisingly light, almost teasing.
Reo couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up from his chest at the way Nagi dismissed the issue so casually. “You could’ve just told me earlier, you know,” he teased, gently poking at Nagi’s side. “I had sleepwear prepared for you.”
“We haven’t showered yet Reo.”
“That's rare, coming from you.” Reo jeered, nestling more into the cuddle they shared.
A huff left Nagi’s lips, an exhale that led to a comfortable silence.
“You know,” he said, breaking the silence, “I’m glad I came tonight.”
Reo’s heart skipped a beat. “Me too. I mean… I’m glad you stayed.” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say the words that were on the tip of his tongue, but Nagi seemed to understand, his fingers brushing gently over Reo’s chest. Reo’s chest tightened, a lump forming in his throat. He wanted to say so much more- to tell Nagi how long he had waited for this moment, how much he had dreamed of them being here, like this, with nothing to distract them from each other. But instead, he simply held Nagi tighter, his heart full.
They stayed like that, tangled in each other’s warmth, the outside world and all its chaos no longer relevant. Reo pressed a kiss to the top of Nagi’s head, feeling the soft, familiar warmth of his body against his own, his heart finally at ease.
After a few moments, Nagi’s voice broke through the quiet again, tender in contrast so his usual monotonous voice. “I think you gave me exactly what I wanted for Christmas, Reo.”
And in through that simple statement, with Nagi in his arms, Reo knew that everything had finally fallen into place. The Christmas he had imagined, the one that had seemed so impossible to create, was right here, in the genuine, heartfelt of Nagi's embrace. He had everything he needed.
"All I want for Christmas is you, too." Reo whispered back, his voice barely more than a breath. "Merry Christmas, my treasure."
Nagi didn’t respond with words. Instead, he secured his hold, pressing closer as the two of them drifted into the peaceful silence of the night, knowing that nothing more needed to be said. They were exactly where they were meant to be.
And that, in itself, was the perfect gift.