𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖. [𝙼𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊.𝙸]

Chapter nineteen| 𝑨 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

A day before the Christmas eve

Y/n and Miyamura decided to complete their homework before Christmas so they could enjoy their holidays without stressing out.

Y/n leaned towards Miyamura, her chin resting in her palm, her expression one of pure mischief. “Hey, Miyamura.”

Miyamura, who had been lazily flipping through his notes, looked up, giving his whole attention to Y/n, “What?”

“What do you think Yanagi likes?”

His fingers twitched slightly, his grip on the notebook tightening. “Why are you asking?”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "I'm just curious."

Miyamura tried to fake a smile, leaning back in his chair. “You should ask me what I like.”

Miya grinned. “No, because I already know what you like.”

“Oh yeah? What am I thinking about right now?”

Y/n leaned in teasingly. “That you want to kiss me?”

Miyamura’s face twitched. “No. I’m thinking about throwing Yanagi into a snowbank.”

Y/n burst into laughter, nudging his arm. “Jealous much?”

“No.”

Y/n giggled, but Miyamura wasn’t laughing. He spent the rest of the day in a sour mood, meanwhile Y/n left him on his own at the L/n residence while she went to buy groceries, atleast that's what she told to Miyamura so she could select Yanagi's gift in peace. Well even Hiro was alone, so it was better to leave Miyamura with him.

On the Christmas Eve

The next evening, Miyamura stood outside Y/n's house, hands stuffed in his coat pockets. Snowflakes fell lazily around him, the air crisp and cold. He was about to check his phone when the front door opened.

Y/n stepped out.

Miyamura’s breath caught, his heart pounding as he took her in—radiant, breathtaking, his. For a moment, the world blurred, leaving only her, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

She wore a deep red dress, the soft fabric flowing around her legs like something out of a dream. A delicate silver necklace rested against her collarbone, catching the light in a way that made his stomach twist. Her hair was loosely curled, framing her face perfectly.

Miyamura couldn't help but stare at her.

Y/n twirled slightly. “You like it?”

Miyamura cleared his throat, looking away. “You look beautiful Y/n.”

Y/n couldn't help but blush at his bold compliment and stood there taking him in

He stood in the winter chill, long black hair falling over his coat, blue eyes striking against his fair skin. A gray scarf wrapped around his neck, paired with a snug turtleneck, his hands tucked into coat pockets as his boots crunched in the snow. Effortlessly handsome, like he was made for the cold.

“Are you thinking a compliment for me.” His voice came out with a smug smile on his face .

Y/n smirked, linking her arm through his. “Let’s go, we're getting late.” She said teasingly  and not giving him the satisfaction he wanted.
Miyamura groaned but didn’t pull away.