Murasakibara – #5 Mistletoe (accidentally added a bonus “secret santa”, hope you enjoy)
Himuro looks about, a small smile on his face. This was a great idea. The sparkling lights reflect in his eyes, masking the bit of mischief to be found there if anyone was looking close enough.
“______-chan, can you take these ornaments and hang them on that line of pine garland? It looks a little sad without any sparkle.” Taking the box from his hands, she nods, walking briskly in the direction of his pointing finger; the other schools will be here any moment and they want everything to be perfect.
“When do we get to eat, Muro-chin?” Murasakibara whines, eyeing the buffet table as he walks up.
“Soon, just be patient,” replies the darker haired male looking up at his friend. He covers his mouth, chuckling at the giant’s attempt to tie his tie. “Atushi, go ask ______-chan for help with your tie, it’s messy.”
The purple hair glances down, frown on his face. “It’s fine, I’m just going to take it off as soon as the pictures are over anyway.”
“Pictures are all the more reason to look impeccable,” Himuro insists. “Go on, she’s right over there.”
“Why can’t you just do it?”
“Because she did mine, doesn’t it look nice?” He steps back, waving a hand over the perfectly tied silk.
“Mmmmm, I don’t know.” He pauses then sighs. “Fine, I’ll ask her.”
As he makes to take a step in her direction, Himuro catches his massive wrist. “Wait, I forgot to give this to her to hang up, can you help her? I’m sure she won’t be able to reach.”
Murasakibara looks at the item in his hand, shrugging large shoulders before closing his fingers around it.
“Don’t crush it!” Himuro calls.
“______-chin,” Murasakibara’s voice rumbles from overhead. She looks up, eyes widening and face flushing bright pink when she sees Yosen’s center towering over her, a sprig of mistletoe between his fingers right above her head. “Muro-chin asked me to help you hang this, where do you want it?”
She swallows thickly, casting nervous eyes to their mutual friend, almost scowling at the smug expression on his face. Turning her attention back to the question, she points up to the center of the threshold. “There’s fine,” she says lowly.
He reaches up, hanging the plant on the hook she designated. Looking back down, he adds, “Oh, he also wanted you to fix my tie.”
“Um, sure, uh…can you kneel down a bit?” she asks. He does as she requests, crouching on one knee so she can reach. She disengages the messy knot, fingers trembling slightly thanks to their faces ending up inches apart when her hands wrap around his neck to settle the fabric under the collar of his shirt.
“______-chin?”
She looks up just in time to close her eyes as he presses his lips to hers. When they part a moment later he says, an unexpected lilt in his voice, “I’m not stupid, I know what that is above our heads.”
“I…I never thought you were stupid, Murasakibara-kun,” she whispers, mouth close enough for her breath to tickle the skin of his lips.
“Then kiss me again,” he says and she pulls him forward by the tie, planting their lips together in a longer, deeper kiss.
“Merry Christmas from your secret santa, ______-chan,” Himuro murmurs to himself, turning away to begin greeting their guests.
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