For a moment, Tamaki was lost staring at the mistletoe hanging over their heads -just who thought it was a good idea to hang those-, his face growing redder as the time passed. "W-well..." he couldn't even find it in him to keep speaking, barely processing any of this. How could he get so flustered just thinking of kissing her?
a rare expression of surprise had crossed her features when akio cleared his throat and pointed out the mistletoe above their heads – surprise and embarrassment. she’s usually so aware of her surroundings, but the mistletoe had slipped right by her. someone must have hung them up recently without her noticing.
it just now hits her that in all the time they’ve been dating, she’s never kissed tamaki. she’s wanted to a few times, definitely thought about it – maybe a bit more than she’d care to admit – but never actually went through with the deed. too embarrassed to, really; she’s awfully shy underneath it all. the only reason she and akio had ever kissed as because he initiated it. as much as she wanted to, it never would have happened without that little push.
how fitting, she thinks, that it’s now akio motioning to the mistletoe – another little push. just what she needs.
feeling a blush creeping across surprisingly un-composed features, she looks up at tamaki, who clearly feels the same way. but he wants it, right? god, she hopes so.
❛ u-um. i – o-only if you want… ❜
and as soon as she gets his approval, she leans up on her toes and presses her lips to his. the kiss is tender, chaste, and quick – she lingers little more than a couple seconds before backing away, flushed a bright red. instead, she wraps her arms around him in a soft embrace, burying her ruddy cheeks in his shoulder.
❛ i love you, tamaki… merry christmas. ❜
