Dec 26, 2014
"H-hey! Merry Christmas!" and the little boy offered the other some home-made fudge. "F-for you!"
Yumichika's first instinct had been to shoo the child off, because there were a lot of drunken festivities taking place at the Jūichibantai and already one certain, pink-haired child to keep an eye out for, lest she get underfoot, or into the eggnog that was more alcohol than milk by now.
But that was fudge, and Yumichika's sweet tooth absolutely demanded that he be gracious and accept the gift, despite the fact he had no idea who this child was nor why they had even dared to venture this close to the Eleventh Division. Most had the sense to avoid it.
"Thank you! Did you make this yourself?"
