"I'll make sure this is the best Christmas you'd ever have. I promise you."
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Third Person POV
Date: December 25th, 2005
"Why did you hang a plant over my door?"
"It's called mistletoe, ever heard of it?"
"Did you grab the grass outside my apartment and taped it?"
"Gotta make do with what I got, you know?" He shamelessly grinned and casually leaned his arm against the doorway as the other held her gift in his hand— a random ass plant he found hung in between them.
It was midnight, meaning Christmas finally arrived. (Y/n) had went to get Hanma's present in her room, only to falter seeing said male looking by the door with his signature shit-eating grin, almost as if he was planning something mischievous. She could never have predicted to see a wilted dandelion hanging over her head. Was he cursing her existence—?
"What is mistletoe?" She blankly yet genuinely asked and he blinked in surprise like he was taken aback.
"You don't know what mistletoe is?"
"Evidently," she crossed her arms, "Stop making a jungle in my apartment, Hanma."
His grin broke out even wider, if possible, to a boyish smile, "Oh, doll, please. You're making this too easy for me."
She quirked a rather bewildered brow, "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"If two people are under mistletoe, my sweet, oblivious doll," he started out with a certain undertone she didn't quite like. She knew firsthand that he was being his sly, plotting self, "That means that they have to kiss."
She involuntarily and instantaneously cringed.
That was a new record for him.
"You're bullshitting me now," her face morphed into obvious disdain, almost as if she ate something bitter and unpleasant.
This was the most expressive she's ever been, he thought. Granted, he's not surprise that it's been out of disgust. That, for whatever reason, was the easiest emotion to coax out of her.
He should feel offended, but he's not. He would be surprised if that wasn't the reaction that came out of her.
"I'm not lying, look it up," he jutted his chin to the boxy computer behind her in her room, "Should we bet on it? If I win, you have to comply to Christmas traditions and kiss me under the mistletoe. It's Christmas. And a tradition."
"No," she spat out before he could even finish his sentence.
"Come on, doll," he snickered, "You don't believe it and I can see why. It's a crazy tradition and you don't see a reason why people would do it in the first place. Spoiler alert, these things weren't meant for you, you hopeless romantic."
She glared at him. Sometimes, she really wished she never revealed that she wanted her first kiss to be by someone she loved. And she was 99.9% certain that it wasn't a reckless gangster named Hanma Shuji.
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