𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝟎𝟏𝟗

Six days until Christmas. I stared silently at the setup in front of me. We were making cookies. But that's not why I wasn't impressed. It's the fact that Amao stood next to me, his presence looming. Mui made Yui invite him since he's the cooking club leader and all. But his gaze... it feels different from all of the other times we've been together.

"Okay, everyone is here!" Mui said, walking into the kitchen from the living room alongside Yui.

Behind him, someone else walked in: Mitsuri. I'm pretty sure she's the cooking club leader at Kimetsu, so I guess it's fitting that they invited her.

"Hi, N/N-chan!" She said, waving over at me.

I gave a small wave back.

"Hm? And who are you?" She stood next to me and looked over at Amao, a big smile on her face, "Hello! My name is Kanroji Mitsuri! I didn't know someone else would be here!"

Amao looked back at Mitsuri and gave the fakest smile I've ever seen. Actually, no, Shinobu probably has the fakest smile. Second fakest.

"I'm Odayaka Amao. It's nice to meet you, Kanroji," he replied.

"Please, call me Mitsuri!"

He simply nodded and looked back at me. Mitsuri hummed, glancing between the two of us. She suddenly gasped.

"Are you two...?!"

"No," I said bluntly.

She pouted.

"Aww... You two would look cute together!"

I shook my head, looking over at Mui.

"Okay, what do we do first?"

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I bit off the head of a gingerbread man as I sat on the couch, swinging my legs absentmindedly.

"Mmm! These are so good!" Mitsuri gushed, taking her third cookie.

"You sure do know how to eat, Mitsuri-chan," Mui laughed.

"That's rude, Mui!" Yui scolded, hitting Mui's head.

"No, no, it's alright!" Mitsuri said quickly.

"Y/N-chan?" I heard Amao say.

I glanced over at him. He wasn't eating any cookies. He was just staring at me with those big mint green eyes of his.

"Can I talk to you? Privately. It won't take long, I promise."

I furrowed my brows. I remember vividly what happened the other day when all of those boys surrounded me in the hallway. It was difficult for me to forget it, and that was saying something. And with what purple hair did yesterday. I shook my head, biting off both of the arms of the gingerbread man.

"No, thanks," I said, turning to my brothers, "Can we watch a movie?"

"Ooh, yeah!" Mui said, reaching for the remote.

"I'll make hot chocolate!" Mitsuri said, rushing back into the kitchen after grabbing two more cookies.

As Muichiro browsed the various Christmas movies, I couldn't help but look over at Amao. I wasn't surprised to see that he was pissed off. I didn't care one bit as I continued to munch on the cookie.

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A/N: Y'all can fight me for this, but I watch The Nightmare Before Christmas as a Christmas movie and not a Halloween movie 🙈

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