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ONE THE PRINCIPAL took action on the Dante situation, a sense of peace settled between Y/n and Robin. Dante was no longer allowed near them during classes or at lunch, and his death stares had turned amusing to the couple. Not to mention, Christmas was right around the corner, and school was on break.
Seated at the living room table, covered in art supplies, Y/n and Robin worked on ornaments for each other, enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire and the Christmas songs playing on the record player.
With paint, glitter, and ribbons scattered around them, they faced back to back, creating their masterpieces. Y/n couldn't help but laugh as she sculpted a mini version of Robin out of clay, not the best looking version, but she tried.
Robin, on the other hand, painted a bauble with cute festive drawings, their initials, and a sprinkle of glitter. "I think mine's gonna win" Y/n laughed at the mangled ornament in her hand. "Oh god, I know it's gonna be bad" he chuckled.
"It's amazing, Robin! You'll love it" she reassured him, continuing to sculpt the clay to capture Robin's unique features. "I'm so artistic," Robin mumbled, focusing on his drawings. "Actually, no, I am" Y/n teased.
"Done!" Robin called out, and Y/n replied, "Almost done" as she added some final touches. Spinning around and facing each other, they burst out in laughter as they admired each other's creations.
Robin couldn't help but feel grateful for these moments. Taking the ornament in his hand, he inspected it with laughter. "It's... amazing," he said looking at Y/n. "Looks just like you!" she teased. He rolled his eyes playfully.
After gifting their ornaments, Y/n and Robin decided to hang them on their Christmas trees. Y/n carefully placed the clay Robin on a branch of her tree, admiring it. Meanwhile, Robin hung the bauble with their initials on his tree, a big smile on his face. With the ornaments in place, they stepped back to appreciate their amazing creations.
The warmth of the fireplace, twinkling lights, and the soft tune of a classic holiday song set the perfect atmosphere. Robin reached for Y/n's hand, his fingers gently intertwining with hers. "They look so good" Robin grinned. "They do" Y/n smiled, looking around at the decorated house. "So, what's next?" Robin asked.
"COOKIES!" Y/n jumped up and ran to the kitchen; Robin laughed, joining her. The kitchen was filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies and a variety of colored icing, sprinkles, and edible decorations.
As they sat at the kitchen table, their laughter filled the air. Y/n dipped her brush into the vibrant icing, creating patterns on her cookie. While Y/n focused on decorating the cookies, Robin couldn't help but glance over at her, admiring her every move.
She looked so beautiful in the moment, her half-up-half-down hairstyle lifting her face and highlighting her beautiful features. A dark red bow pinned to her hair, and the chilly weather had given her lips and nose a pink tint.
Lost in his thoughts, Robin found himself staring for too long, Y/n's eyes meeting his with a big smile on her face. "Am I distracting you?" Y/n smiled as she continued decorating her cookie.
Robin cleared his throat and went back to decorating his cookie, quickly glancing over at Y/n once more, only to see her staring back with a smile. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at his cookie.
As they finished decorating their cookies, they stood in the kitchen, dancing to Christmas songs, cleaning up the mess they made while decorating, and laying the cookies out on a plate.
While Y/n stood washing dishes, she felt two hands wrap around her waist and a head placed on her shoulder. "You look so beautiful" a voice whispered in her ear; Y/n's eyes widened as her cheeks heated up.
She turned around, seeing Robin smiling down at her. "You think so?" Y/n smiled, wiping her hands on her jeans. Robin nodded, his hands finding her waist, placing her down on the counter.
"Mhm" he hummed, his hand running up and down Y/n's arms, keeping eye contact. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she felt his lips on hers. It felt like their relationship had grown so much over the past few months.
At the start, they were nervous to even hold hands; now, Robin didn't feel shy. He loved these types of moments with Y/n; it made him feel a way no one else had made him feel.
Y/n's hands held his neck, rubbing it gently with her thumb. As he broke the kiss, he kept his lips hovered over Y/n's, his eyes locking hers. "Let's go to your room and watch a movie with our cookies" he suggested with a smile. "Yes, please" Y/n smiled. Robin smiled widely as he carried Y/n up the stairs; she carried the cookies.
