I hope Noya notices the mistletoe I hung above the bedroom door when he gets home ♡

Noya walks in, shaking snow off his shoulders, but freezes when he sees the plant above the door. Rushing to the bedroom, he opens the door, launching into your arms and planting a big smooch on your lips. “Never say I’m a man who didn’t follow tradition,” he quips before kissing you again, this time a bit longer, with roaming hands.