𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 🎄𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

9th December - Lev Haiba 🎄

"Christmas cookies"

If you went to hell, you were positive that your form of torture was to eternally cook with Lev haiba, the boyfriend of your dreams.

The Egg Incident of October was still fresh in your mind. The tim headed titan of Nekoma Boys’ Volleyball Team had microwaved an egg in a metal tin and caused a power outage because of his stupidity. 

This boy came could stump some of the best of boys in all of Nekoma High and still couldn’t cook of his life depended on it. So when he blew up your phone on the 9th of December with invites to make Christmas cookies, you politely declined for the safety of his health and mine.

Lev was still Lev though. You bet that he didn’t come to kidnap you after school with a blindfold and all to bring you to his house, his sister shouting hello to you from upstairs, where batches of flour, eggs, and other ingredients lay waiting to be defiled by his monster hands.

Now you were keeping a close eye on him. He was going to do something stupid, your gut said. With a mixer in hand and flour and eggs in another, it was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Beat for two minutes…" he recited. A recipe was pinned in front of him, laminated to protect it from ingredients. Two minutes passed without a hitch, and the cookies were in the oven before you knew it. This was all going too well. Which made a sense of panic rise within you.

"Well, (Y/N)? How’d I do?" You eyed him suspiciously. He must have something up his sleeve like maybe flour hiding behind his back. "Surprisingly well," you said. You stuck a spoon in the leftover batter and tasted. Not too bad. Lev was snickering.

"

Is something wrong, Haiba?"  you braced yourself for something to happen. But all Lev did was point to the edge of his cheek. "You’ve got something there, kitten," he said.

You mirrored his actions, touching your cheek. No batter there. "Not there, go down," he said. He lowered his finger. You did the same but encountered no leftover batter.

Lev grunted in frustration.

Suddenly, his warm lips were on your other cheek. They moved slowly to your lips, and you finally caught a taste of the batter that was bugging your boyfriend. Your hands found his way to his hair, tangling the already messy bed-head. Your nose shook you out of your stupor.

"LEV THE COOKIES ARE BURNING!" as he snaps his head back in affirmation "OHHHH NOT AGAIN!" he whines.