The sweet ace smiles, blush faint but still present. He guides you to the couch. “Wait here, close your eyes.” You do so, smiling when the scent of hot chocolate wafts in front of you. The sound of cracklings alerts you to a fire stirring in the hearth. “Ok, open your eyes,” he says. You do so to find him holding a tray of hot chocolate and cookies, a smile on his face. Sitting down next to you, he sets the tray down then throws his arm around your shoulders. “How about we enjoy some holiday cheer,” he says nodding to the treats, “then we’ll snuggle up and watch your favorite Christmas movie.”
You nod, kissing his cheek. “Thanks Asahi,” you whisper, blowing the steam from your cocoa.