Christmas Kisses (KuzuPeko)

Final - Christmas Kisses

"Merry Christmas Peko." I said cheerfully with a smile to the girl lying beside me on my bed as the clock strikes midnight and it's officially Christmas.

Peko and I decided to not join the Christmas party that is being held by the clan yearly. That's why tonight we're all alone in this house since all of them, except for the maids, are at the clan's party.

We also didn't even bother going to Chiaki and Hajime's Christmas party even though everyone from Class 77 are going. Everyone, even Yukizome-sensei, seemed to respect our decision that we just want to celebrate Christmas with just the two of us.

"Merry Christmas Young master." She said, or rather whispered.

"Hey, I told you to stop calling me that! It's just the two of us so you can just say my name."

Peko smiled at me then she kissed my cheek.

"If you say so Fuyuhiko."

I cupped her face with both of my hands and tilted my face to meet her sweet lips for a quick kiss.

I let go of her lips and sat up with my back on the headboard and pulled her to me, her back to my chest as she leaned her head on the crook of my neck while I'm hugging her tight.

"I love you so much Peko."

I felt her hand weakly grasping at mine so I held hers tightly instead.

"I love you too, Youn- Fuyuhiko."

I know that the clan think that this is wrong, that Peko is only a tool, but I don't give a fuck. She's not a tool and she will never be. She's the woman I love and I will kill anyone who stands in our way.

I pressed my lips on top of her head, smiling as I mumbled, "Would you like to eat anything?"

She lightly shook her head.

"What do you want to do then?"

She hummed as she moved to bury her face on my chest, and I saw her sighed, her eyes closing as if involuntarily. I felt my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Stay here in bed with you and cuddle." She whispered.

"Okay, then. Let's cuddle." I said eagerly and kissed her forehead.

I can feel my hands are getting a tad bit clammy from nervous sweat. "J-just please don't go alright?"

"Hmm."

I rested my head against the headboard as I traced light circles on her arm with my thumb, my free hand caressing her now-dried hair. I missed the days when she let her silver hair down and that I'll run my fingers on it. Her hair was soft and shiny but now every strands are dried and frizzy. So much for it being her crowning glory. Those days are gone, as much as I fucking hated to admit.