Christmas Special! - KnB x Reader

A late Christmas Special since I actually wasn’t around to post on Christmas Day . Anyways, I added a few more characters than the last (Halloween) special. I feel so accomplished.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroko:

It started out as an innocent prank really. You were shoveling out your driveway with Kuroko who had kindly offered his help. He even brought Nigou over, who was wearing an adorable doggy’s jacket. While you two continued the labor, you were hit with some snow. Believing that it was just some snow from the tree overlooking your house, you ignored it and brushed away the cold fluffy material. Only this time you were pelted with an obviously man made snowball.

You turned around to look accusingly at Kuroko who shrugged almost innocently. “Is something the matter, (Name)-chan?”

You would have believed his innocent act if the tips of his lips weren’t just tilted upwards the slightest. Also, Kuroko was the only other person near you, unless Nigou could throw a snowball, which you doubted. Thus, you deduced that Kuroko was the perpetrator.

“You shouldn’t have started that, Kuroko-kun. You know how competitive I-” Your words were muffled with a snowball to the face. “Oh it’s on.”

Nigou dove for cover behind a large mound of snow to avoid the onslaught of snowballs you started throwing. With your fiery spirit, you created and chucked snowballs at Kuroko in a breakneck pace.

Kuroko, noticing that he was obviously going to lose the snowball fight, called for backup. Whistling, he held in a small laugh at how Nigou tackled you, causing you to land face first into a pile of snow. He taught him well.

“That’s cheating!” You groaned, and shook the snow off of your hair, wiping away the white flakes that stuck to your face. While Kuroko’s guard was down, you grinned and yelled, “My turn!”

You ran straight for Kuroko, and crashed into his body, causing you both to land in the lawn, breaking its pristine, originally untouched blanket of snow.

Shivering at the cold snow underneath him, Kuroko’s nose was noticeably red. Giggling, you decided that you won and gave a quick peck to his nose. You didn’t notice the flush of pink that rushed to his cheeks, believing it was due to the cold.

“Let’s get some hot chocolate.” You said, taking his hand and leading him inside your house. Nigou was following close behind with a wag of his tail.

-------------------

Kagami:

“You’re sick.” Kagami stated, eyebrows twitching.

“No, I’m not.” You stubbornly replied, refusing to go home. You two had planned a date today, but if you were ill, then you’d have to cancel the plans. Kagami always had basketball practice while you had soccer, so there wasn’t many times for the two of you to be together alone.

“You’re sneezing and coughing! You also have a fever!” Kagami growled, checking the temperature by placing his hand to your forehead. “Okay, I’m taking you back home.”

“But-”

“No arguing, dammit!” He spoke gruffly, and picked you up. “Stop struggling. I just don’t want you to get any worse than you already are.”

“Fine.” You gave up, knowing that it was impossible to win against Kagami when he was determined to do something.

Arriving at your house, Kagami set you down onto your bed. Before he left the room, he commanded, “Get changed and I’ll go make some soup.”

You did as told and eventually the tall male brought in a bowl of chicken noodle soup. “T-thanks.” You said in a quiet voice and tried to eat, only your hand would shake. You were sicker than you had first anticipated.

“Let me do it.” Kagami said, annoyed at how you were struggling so much. “Here.” He fed you spoonful by spoonful.

Once you finished the whole thing, you croaked, “Thanks again.”

“Whatever, it’s nothing.” Kagami patted your head a bit roughly, but certainly more gently than he treated his teammates, and then left to clean up the kitchen.

You smiled a bit. Kagami was kind of like a housewife - only he was a guy. It would be nice if he could cook and take care of you in the future as well. With that thought in mind, you fell asleep with a content look on your face.

-------------------

Hyuuga:

“Achoo!”

“...” Hyuuga said nothing.

“Achoo achoo!”

“...”

“Wahh, senpai…”

“...” He continued to ignore you.

“Hyuuga-senpai, I’m cold…”

“Would you shut up for a moment?!”

You pouted at his harsh words, but didn’t take them to heart. You knew that he could be a bit rough around the edges and usually didn’t mean to sound so grumpy. “But senpai, it’s like thirty degrees out! I’m freezing my ass off.”

“That’s your fault for forgetting to bring a jacket. Honestly, do you ever read the weather reports?”

“Honestly, do you ever read the weather reports?” You mimicked him in a mocking tone under your breath. “Ow!”

Hyuuga whacked you on the head, causing you to clutch it in pain. “Don’t speak to your senpai like that.”

You glared at him with teary eyes and resumed your childish pouting. After sneezing for what had to be the tenth time, you sniffled a bit and sulked. It began snowing and the snowflakes landed in your hair and on your sweater, melting, and causing you to become even colder than usual.

When you started shivering violently, you were going to start whimpering and complaining again. Opening your mouth, your words were cut off when a jacket was thrown over your head, blocking your view.

“Senpai?” You questioned, removing the coat from your face to look at him with a bewildered expression.

“Put it on and stop whining.” Hyuuga grumbled in annoyance, fixing his glasses to avoid looking at your surprised face.

“Okay.” You put your arms into the sleeves and zippered the coat up. Instantly warmth flooded your body, causing blood to rush back into your cheeks. “Thank you, senpai.”

“Whatever, let’s get you home. Coach would kill me if I let her best friend catch a cold.” You mumbled something unintelligibly and he questioned, “Huh, what was that?”

You repeated it quietly and hid the bottom of your face further into the jacket.

“Nothing. It’s just really warm.”

-------------------

Kiyoshi:

“You want me to what?” You asked incredulously.

“Oh come on, (Name)! It’ll be fun!” Kiyoshi reassured, patting your head.

You flushed and slapped his hand away, “Why would I want to make Christmas ornaments? That sounds incredibly boring and tedious!” You huffed and looked away in annoyance.

Kiyoshi grinned at you and added, “And then we can decorate the Christmas tree! Coach will be so happy!”

You grumbled, “Che, if Aida-senpai wants the tree to be fucking decorated, then she can do it herself.” You had to admit, you were a little jealous of Aida Riko and how Kiyoshi was so eager to make her happy. You honestly didn’t dislike the girl or anything, in fact, you couldn’t hate her at all. You looked up to her as your senpai and believed she was quite an amazing person. However, she was just so amazing that she had even dated Kiyoshi before in the past. You felt like he still had feelings for her and that he’d never notice you in the way that you wanted.

“Please, (Name)?” Kiyoshi asked hopefully. With that stupid look on his face, you couldn’t say no.

Thus, you found yourself molding little angels and bells out of clay. You two couldn’t even afford good clay and resorted to buying a brand used by kids. “This is so idiotic.” You lashed, yet continued your work diligently while grumbling to yourself the whole time. “They even look stupid.” You glared down at your mediocre creations - they were slightly disfigured. Well, it’s not like you were a pro sculptor or something.

“Haha, I think they’re cute.” Kiyoshi laughed.

You blushed and pouted. “S-shut up.” You looked at the accumulating pile of clay ornaments and announced, “I think that’s enough. We don’t need to make anymore - let’s put them in the kiln.”

Sheesh, you couldn’t believe you were wasting your Christmas waiting for hours for the clay to dry. Ugh, maybe you and the rest of the Seirin team shouldn’t have procrastinated so much on putting up a Christmas tree because when it got to the deadline, no one else was available to help you and Kiyoshi with the job.

When the timer beeped, you realized that the ornaments were finished hardening and carefully removed the fragile, completed pieces. Taking one of your favorites into your hands, you smiled just the tiniest. You hadn’t created hand made ornaments in years - the last time was in fifth grade with your mom. This really brought back some nostalgia and childhood memories.

Kiyoshi saw your slightly upturned lips, and giggled. Yes, he giggled in the most idiotic of ways. His eyes were closed for the whole dopey effect. You even swore that you saw sparkles and flowers in the background behind him. Deciding that you may have gotten high from breathing in dust particles of clay, you rubbed your eyes, hoping to stop imagining the fluffy, happy background.

“Would you stop that?”

Kiyoshi became serious again. “I’m sorry, what are you talking about again?” By the end of the sentence, he returned to his ditzy state of staring at you with a ridiculously happy expression.

“That! Stop with the face!” Your face was flaming, and you were flailing your hands in embarrassment at him. “You look like an idiot. Stop looking so stupid.” Your heart couldn’t take it - the only times you’d see this stupidly heartwarming face of his was in Seirin’s games. You never expected to see it directed towards you.

“Ahaha, sorry again. I’m just happy that you’re happy.”

Kiyoshi was an idiot - he was so stupid, irritating, obnoxious, airheaded, annoying, adorable, sweet, loveable...

-------------------

Izuki:

You and your pun-loving (and slightly obnoxious at times) friend, Izuki, were going to go ice skating. You’ve never done it before in your life, so he was going to teach you.

You were rather excited because you always wanted to try this activity, though you were worried about falling down.

“W-wait, Izuki-kun! We’re going too fast!”

“Haha, don’t worry!”

“I’m freezing to death too!” You complained. You really should have worn more, but since the skating rink was indoors, you didn’t expect the temperature to be this cold.

“Hey, chill out!” Izuki said, and then exclaimed triumphantly, “Good job, me!” He pulled out his little book of puns to write it down.

“Izuki-kun, please shut up. Your puns are horrible.”

“What? They’re not that bad!”

You grew annoyed and grabbed the page he was writing in, ripping it out of the book and tearing it to pieces. “No, they’re terrible.” You didn’t notice that it could be mistaken as a pun until it was too late.

“Tearable?” Izuki questioned, then grinned. “Good one, (Name)! No one’s ever said a pun back to me! You’re my perfect counterpart!” After that comment, he gave it some thought and grew serious. “Marry me.”

“WHAT? NO!” You screamed and that caused you to lose your balance. “W-wah!” You fell down, taking Izuki with you. “O-ow, shit.”

“Oh, looks like you’ve fallen for me, (Name).”

“Izuki-kun, go to Hell.”

“You must be an angel that fell from the sky!”

“IZUKI.”

“Merry Christmas, (Name)! Or better yet, you could merry me.”

“Don’t go back to that topic again!”

-------------------

Mitobe:

It was a snow day and you had decided to spend it with Mitobe and his (very large) family. While his parents cooked dinner, you and he were charged with watching over his eight little siblings.

At first, you all played board games, but the kids had gotten bored of it quickly. Tapping your shoulder, Mitobe raised his hand. Silently, he waggled his fingers, shook his arm up and down, and wiggled his eyebrows.

It took years, but you’ve finally managed to decode his body language. “You want to go play in the snow?”

He nodded his head and gave a gentle smile.

“Okay! Hey everyone, let’s go build a snowman!” You called.

The children all cheered and quickly throwing on their snow pants and other necessities for a day out in the snow, dashed out the door.

You shook your head, laughing. “Your family sure is lively, Mitobe.” He twitched his nose three times in response. “Yeah, I wouldn’t change them for anything either.”

You two joined the children in forming three large snowballs and helped pile them up on top of each other. After adding branches for arms, a carrot nose, rocks for the facial features, and a scarf, the snowman was complete.

Soon after, Mitobe’s parents called for the children as dinner was ready. Collapsing in exhaustion, you decided to give yourself a minute or two of rest. When you landed in the snow, you waved your arms and feet around to create a snow angel.

A shadow eclipsed your face, and Mitobe came into your viewpoint. He gave that same, gentle smile and offered his hand.

After pulling yourself up, he ruffled your hair and gave you an eskimo kiss, rubbing his nose lightly against yours.

“Your welcome.”

It was always easy for you to tell when he wanted to say, “Thank you.”

-------------------

Kise:

God, this was an absolute monstrosity. Kise’s eyebrow twitched as he looked at the fabric clutched in his hands.

“Do you like it?”

With that earnest look in your eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to say how he really felt about the ugly Christmas sweater you bought him.

“Ahaha, yeah. It’s really… cute.” He gagged on the inside, trying not to reveal that it was a lie.

“Yay! I’m glad! I was worried that you wouldn’t like it considering how stylish of a model you are, Kise-kun! Why don’t you put it on?”

Ugh, if his modeling manager ever saw him in this, she would die laughing at his misery. Kise shrugged on the sweater which was decorated with a disfigured Santa and some freaky creatures that appeared to be reindeers. The colors were clashing - reds, greens, blues, and oranges all fighting one another for dominance instead of harmonizing. The sweater was itchy too, causing the male to fidget slightly, quietly wallowing in self pity.

The funny thing is that even when wearing such an ugly sweater, he still looked good.

“How is it?” You asked, leaning towards him in anticipation. The blonde teen sweatdropped at your enthusiasm.

Sighing, Kise said, “It’s great. Thank you (Name)-cchi.” He knew that you weren’t the best in terms of style, but still, he didn’t expect you to be that bad.

“You should thank Kasamatsu-san too. He helped me pick the present out.”

Senpai, you’re so cruel to me, Kise thought with tears running down his face.

“Oh, you’re even crying in happiness! Kasamatsu chose a good one!” You laughed before continuing, “I have a Christmas sweater too!” You pulled out another ugly sweater - one with frightening snowmen. You gave a sincere smile, “Now we can match!”

Kise stopped twitching and smiled a bit too. This wasn’t as bad as he had thought. It was (you were) kind of cute.

-------------------

Kasamatsu:

“Matsu-kun, please? Can we please take this picture?”

“H-hell no! I look stupid!” Kasamatsu scoffed at the outfit he was forced into by his girlfriend. Wearing reindeer horns, a stupid Christmas sweater, and even a red Rudolph nose, he felt like an idiot.

...he had to admit that you looked cu- okay in the whole getup. However, these cutesy accessories would never look good on a man.

“Aw… okay.” You said, looking down at the ground dejectedly. Kasamatsu twitched - his girlfriend was inadvertently making him feel incredibly guilty. When you began to sniffle, he panicked and the words came out without prior thought.

“G-gah, fine! I’ll take the damn picture!”

“Oh, really?”

“Y-yes! I’ve already given you my word, so there!” There was no turning back.

“Thank you, Matsu-kun!” You cheered and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, making his cheeks flame. Whatever, he guessed that this couldn’t be as bad as he’d thought.

“So, Kise-kun, can you take the picture for us?” You asked the blonde that Kasamatsu had just noticed.

“Of course! Anything for my senpais!” Kise gushed and took the camera. Before holding it up to take the photo, he winked at Kasamatsu, teasing, “Looking good, senpai!”

Kasamatsu was so going to pummel his ass later.

-------------------

Midorima:

“Midori-kun, I’m cold.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

“Can we cuddle?”

Midorima stood up rigidly and pushed up his glasses nervously. “No, of course not. That is improper, (Name).”

“What, and forcing Takao to cart us all the way back from the park to your house isn’t? I felt so bad for him and it would’ve been much faster to walk. It was because we all stayed outside for so long on the way back that I can complain about catching a cold to you now.”

Midorima did not reply, instead pushing you closer to the fireplace. “There. It’s warm enough now.”

Grumbling, you sat down in one of the plush rocking chairs while your boyfriend sat in the one next to you. You tried to warm your hands in the heat from the fire, but they were still shivering from the cold.

Sneezing and then sniffling a bit, you wrapped your arms around yourself and continued your shivering. Seeing how miserable you were, Midorima sighed and left the room. He quickly returned with a blanket and sat down in his rocking chair, partially wrapping it around himself. “Come here.” He commanded with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, patting his lap.

“Yay!” You quickly moved to place yourself onto his lap and wrap your arms around his middle. He was really warm and it got even more cozy when he finished wrapping the blanket around the both of you.

When you rested your tired head on his chest, you could hear his quickening heartbeat. “I hope you’re happy now.” Midorima grumbled, combing his fingers through your messy (h/c) hair to straighten it out.

“Yes, I am - very much so. Thank you Midori-kun.” You kissed the area over his heart and fell asleep.

You were going to be the death of him one day.

-------------------

Takao:

You didn’t expect things to come to this. All you did was take the joint job offer with your best friend Takao at the shopping mall. He was a bit vague with the descriptions, but you knew you could probably trust whatever choice he had made.

But, you were unprepared to see Takao dressed as Santa, with a fake white beard, fat red suit, and red Santa hat included. Bursting out laughing when you first saw him in the ridiculous outfit, you realized that you would also have to wear a silly Christmas costume.

Donned in your Mrs. Claus clothing, you were relieved to see that it was not as embarrassing as Takao’s. You wore a matching set of clothes to Takao, only they were for a female.

Apparently you and Takao had a job to entertain the children, take pictures with them, and have them talk about what they wanted for Christmas. It didn’t seem like a hard job, and it was actually really heartwarming to see the happy faces of the kids as they saw “Santa Claus” and “Mrs. Claus”.

Anyways, as the last kid had sat on Takao’s lap and wished for a manga book, you thought that things would wind down.

It was a surprise when the mischievous Takao asked for you to sit on his lap.

“No.”

“Come on Mrs. Claus! Sit here with Santa and tell him what his wife wants for Christmas!”

Something that you’d forgotten to mention was that Takao was taking on the whole “married” business of Santa and Mrs. Claus a little too eagerly.

Sighing, you replied, “Mrs. Claus is too old to sit on Santa’s lap. It’s fine, I don’t need to.” You were going to be absolute with your decision, until you noticed some saddened kids watching your interaction with Takao.

“Mrs. Claus doesn’t love Santa?” One kid cried. “Why doesn’t she want to sit on Santa’s lap?”

“Maybe they aren’t in love anymore!”

“Santa and Mrs. Claus broke up!”

This caused a whole uproar of crying children, causing you to flinch. “N-no! Mrs. Claus will sit on Santa’s lap! No need to cry, kids!” You called, slightly panicked and did as told.

“So my love, what would you want?” Takao asked with a cheeky grin, wrapping his arms around your waist. Normally you would have broken out of his grasp with a face the color of a firetruck, but you had to play your role here.

“I just want all the children to be happy.” You said, clenching your teeth. “Ehehe, I hope you guys are feeling better now. Mrs. Claus and Santa are very happy together.”

The kids weren’t convinced. “Mrs. Claus seems grumpy! Does she really love Santa? Santa seems to love Mrs. Claus, but I don’t think she loves him!” Now they were tearing up again.

“Wah! No, I love Santa very much!”

“Prove it!” One kid yelled, and another continued, “Kiss!” They all began chanting the command over and over again. “Kiss.” “Kiss!” “KISS!”

“Um, Mrs. Claus does not think it is good to show PDA in Japan! Mrs. Claus will have to decli-”

Takao took your face into his hands and kissed you as most of the children cheered and others complained about cooties. His lips were curled up in a smile.

Glad to see that he was having fun at least.

-------------------

Aomine:

“Hey, hey (Name)-chan~!” Imayoshi called, waving you over. Wearing that wide smirk of his, he asked, “What do you want for Christmas?”

“Um, I don’t know.” You said distractedly, not knowing the answer yourself. You were too busy watching Aomine in one of the rare times he actually showed up to practice.

“Oh, I see. It’s fine. I know what you want.” He brought his lips to your ear to whisper a certain name, causing you to blush and try to hit him. Dodging your blows easily, Imayoshi snickered a bit and mischievously promised, “I can definitely get you the perfect present.”

-Time Skip-

“...Imayoshi-senpai, what is this?”

“It’s your present from your dear senpai, obviously. Open it!”

“I don’t know if I want to considering how much something’s thrashing and growling inside.” You said, but went over to unwrap it hesitantly.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!” A voice roared once a blue head stuck out of the opened box to glare at the Touou basketball captain. “You can’t just kidnap a damn person and you said that you would stop after throwing me into a bag the first time!”

“Aw, but it’s for a good cause.” Imayoshi said, shrugging with that infuriating smirk ever present on his face.

“Shut the hell up! And what do you mean about a ‘good cause’?!”

You decided to cut in before the verbal fight got worse, “Imayoshi-senpai, as much as I appreciate the sentiment, I’d prefer that my present wasn’t gained using illegal means.”

“Present?” Aomine asked bluntly in confusion.

“Yeah, you see, (Name)-chan here has a big crush on you~.” Imayoshi said, and quickly escaped to avoid your wrath.

You swore, covering your face in embarrassment. “I should kill that horrible, horrible man. I thought senpais were supposed to be ones you could look up to and respect. I’m sorry for all of this, Aomine-kun.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“Eh?”

“Now be quiet. I’m going to take a nap, and you’ll be my pillow.”

Aomine promptly laid his head on your lap and closed his eyes. Looks more like you were a present for him.

-------------------

Imayoshi:

Imayoshi was a sly fox. Knowing him, he was planning something devious when he asked you for help in decorating his family’s Christmas tree. You were the manipulating bastard’s favorite person to toy with because he always found your reactions amusing.

“Imayoshi-san, please stop smirking at me. I can feel your creepy gaze on my back without even looking at you.” You said, not bothering to face him and continuing wrapping around the Christmas lights.

“Oh come on, (Name)-chan. I’m not that creepy, am I~?” He asked, stalking towards you in a way that reminded you of a predator coming upon its prey.

“Um, yes, you kind of are.” You replied, ignoring his advances and finishing up your second set of Christmas lights around the tree. “You’re not even helping that much. All you’re doing is watching me in what I believe to be a perverse manner while I’m trying to hang the lights.”

“You wound me, (Name)-chan.” He said, the Cheshire smile widening even more.

“You’re planning something. I can tell. Could you stop for just a second to hand me another pile of lights?”

“Okay, (Name)-chan! Pleased to be at your service.” His smirk never faded as he placed the coil of Christmas lights into your hand.

You started another round around the tree, only to be surprised as Imayoshi’s face became incredibly close to yours when you went around the corner. “Ah! You scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that!” You jumped back, uncomfortable at the space (or lack of) between you and the basketball captain.

“Do what?” Imayoshi grinned, nearing your face again, causing you to turn the other way. “Oh, (Name)-chan, why won’t you face me?”

The stupid seductive devil kept on bothering you and in your attempts to avoid looking directly at his face caused you to turn around in circles, becoming entangled within the lights. “Dammit! Look at what you’ve done!”

“Hm, I didn’t do a thing. It was all you, (Name)-chan.” Imayoshi seemed way too pleased with himself. One of his favorite games was tricking his toys into trapping themselves by their own actions. “Haha, it seems you’ve cornered yourself, my pet.”

He picked your struggling self up and entered his bedroom. “I’m sure that I can use these lights you’ve entangled yourself in for something handy.”

-------------------

Sakurai:

“I’m sorry, (Name)-san!”

“A-ah, why are you apologizing, Sakurai-kun?”

“I gave you a present! It’s not worth your grace, I’m sorry!”

“No, it’s very nice! Thank you so much, Sakurai-kun.”

He had drawn a picture of you in manga-style. It was a simple gift, but the time and effort he had spent on it was obvious. Sakurai was a really good artist in addition to a basketball player, but he never gave himself the credit he deserved.

“Ahaha, you’ve made me look so much better than in real life!” You gushed, looking at the drawing. Your (e/c) eyes were brighter, eyelashes longer, and your hair flowed so much more gracefully in the artwork than the real thing.

“W-wait-”

“Wow, my teeth have never looked whiter! I don’t think my cheeks are normally such a pleasing rosy pink color either.”

“I’m sorry but-”

“Sheesh, if only I looked this nice in reali-.”

“I’M SORRY BUT I WANT TO INTERRUPT!” Sakurai yelled. Nervously, he continued while standing in a stiff posture, “I only draw based on what I see and (Name)-san is that beautiful in real life!”

“S-saku-”

“No! (Name)-san is even better in reality! My art cannot compare to her actual beauty!” You sniffled and tears began to build up in your eyes, causing him to panic. “A-ah, I’m sorry (Name)-san! I was speaking out when I shouldn’t have! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for not being able to capture your essence. I’m sor-”

You shut him up by pecking his lips, causing his face to flush bright red. “No, it’s perfect. Thank you again. You’re really too sweet to me.”

With your flushed cheeks and contented smile, Sakurai could only wonder how you couldn’t see what he could see.

As an artist, the way he drew you is the way he sees you.

-------------------

Murasakibara:

“Murasakibara, stop eating all the cookies!” You chided, slapping his hand from what would be his tenth cookie.

“Aw, but (Name)-chin, I’m hungry!” Murasakibara whined. “Come on, just one more!”

“That’s what you said each time after the last five!” You groaned, taking the plate of cookies from his prying hands. You didn’t know how well you could protect them though because of Murasakibara’s tall height. You were sure that he could overpower you and steal the rest of the sweets.

That was precisely what he did, as he grabbed the goodies and lifted the tray above his head, where you would never be able to reach, not even after growing to your full height. “Mine.”

Sighing, you decided that you had no other choice but to play on a certain weakness of his. “Murasakibara-kun, you know, if you eat all the cookies, then there won’t be anymore for Santa.”

“Santa?”

“Yes, Santa. Then he’ll be angry and he won’t give you any presents. You’ll get a whole bunch of lumpy coal.”

“Oh no. That would be bad.” Murasakibara noted, nodding his head. He returned the cookies to you and eagerly asked, “Hey, when’s Santa coming?”

“He’ll only be here when we’re asleep.”

“We need to sleep then.” He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“H-hey, Murasakibara! What do you think you’re doing!” You yelled as he jumped onto his bed and hugged you. “Let go of-”

He placed a finger to your mouth and shushed you, “Shh, we need to sleep so that Santa will come.” He laid his head onto his pillow and brought yours to rest on his chest. Murasakibara fell asleep instantly.

Sighing you kissed his forehead and decided to get comfortable, snuggling a bit closer to the male for warmth. You’d never be able to break out of his grasp anyway.

Chuckling, you commented to yourself, “He’s such a precious child.”

-------------------

Himuro:

“Oh, Himuro-kun!” You called out, surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”

You were at Kagami’s place, though you weren’t there for him. Alex was crashing over at the unwilling redhead’s home for the holidays and she had asked you to help her hang some mistletoe.

Kagami had instantly ran out of the house, fearing that it would give her more chances to kiss him. He was smarter than most gave him the credit for.

Himuro noticed that you were carrying some of the red and green mistletoe plant now. Deciding that he could manipulate the situation into his favor, he said, “Oh, you’ve got a mistletoe. Guess that means you have to kiss me.”

“W-wait, what?” You cried and closed your eyes in embarrassment at how close your faces were getting. Waiting in anticipation, your lips and Himuro’s were approaching-

“Oh mistletoe! How fun!” Alex laughed and pushed Himuro to the side. You didn’t even have time to protest before the blonde planted her mouth on yours.

Quickly pulling away in shock, you exclaimed, “A-ah, that was my first kiss!” Your words had came out muffled as you’d covered your mouth and blushed.

Himuro’s pokerface did not break at the set of unfortunate events. But damn, his main rival was supposed to be Kagami Taiga, not Alexandra Garcia!

Whatever, he decided that he would lose this battle, but win the war. He pulled your hands away from your lips and kissed you.

Ignoring the spectating Alex’s cheers, he added in tongue and became your first French kiss. Himuro decided that he would be the rest of your firsts.

-------------------

Akashi:

“Akashi-sama, would you like something to drink?” His butler asked respectfully.

“Hm, sure. I have grown a bit thirsty and because it is rather cold out, I’d prefer something hot. What are the choices?” Akashi asked, not removing his eyes from the Shogi board where he was playing a match against himself.

“There are currently five types of tea in our inventory - jasmine, black, Earl Grey, milk, and orange. We could even import another kind if you so desire, sir. Or perhaps you could try a bit of our luxurious brand coffee. Although you have had not the appetite for a hot chocolate for a while now, we still have some of that.”

Yes, that fact was nothing but the truth. As a child, Akashi had enjoyed his mother’s hot chocolate. It was rich and creamy, but not overly so. As sentimental as it was, he really could taste the love in his mother’s hot chocolate - its underlying presence was present in the warmth of the drink. She brewed the best of the sweet drink and no one else’s compared to her hot chocolate. He couldn’t stomach anyone else’s and eventually stopped drinking it after she died.

Today was different though. He was in the mood for hot chocolate after what was years of abstinence. “Actually, I believe I would like to have a hot chocolate for today.” Akashi said, but continued with a command, “However, I want nothing but the best. I will not settle for any hot chocolate - I will not be satisfied until I find one truly deserving.”

“Yes, Akashi-sama.” The butler said, bowing. The man gracefully exited the room and in a few minutes reentered with a cup of the boiling liquid.

Taking a sip of the molten chocolate, Akashi shook his head and sent the poor man on a quest for a hot chocolate that shouldn’t even exist. None could compare to his mother’s.

He went through around thirty to forty cups, only taking the smallest of tastes and the servants were growing desperate. They didn’t want to displease Akashi, but it seemed like no one could brew the correct flavor.

There was but one last resort. The maids and butlers wished not to refer to this person because they were a horrible cook. However, they only had one more chance to please the master.

Akashi’s main butler knocked on his study’s door, and after being given the okay, he entered the room with a cup of hot chocolate. Akashi could tell that something was different about this one - the smell was off. He didn’t really care all that much though - after going through around thirty or forty, he didn’t expect any hot chocolate that could reach his standards.

He half-heartedly brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, before freezing. “Who made this cup of hot chocolate? I want to know.”

Shaking in fear, the butler assumed the worse and cried, “I’m sorry, sir! We had all the cooks brew the best hot chocolates possible, but you didn’t like any of them! We had to then resort to the maids and even then none of them produced the desired result. We were so desperate that we had to try our most unreliable maid in cooking.”

“I want to see her. Bring her in.”

“Y-yes sir.” Bowing, the butler then ran off and brought in a girl with (h/l) (h/c) hair.

“You wanted to see me, master?” You asked, curtsying.

“Where did you learn to make this hot chocolate? It tastes so familiar, yet dissimilar at the same time.”

“Um, Lady Akashi had taught me a few years ago. I honestly don’t mean to sound supercilious, but I was one of her favorite maids, so when she found out I couldn’t cook well like the rest of the girls, she felt bad. Lady Akashi thought that hot chocolate would be easy enough for even a humble maid like me to make.” You said truthfully and added, “She also said that as the chef, it was okay for me to change the recipe a bit to create my own style.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I’m sorry. Is it really bad?”

“No. It’s phenomenal.” Akashi answered, causing the butler to gasp. It differed a bit from his mother’s, but he didn’t find it repulsing at all. It had all the comforting, familiar qualities he found in his mother’s hot chocolate, but also was an inventive, new flavor. “Hey, what’s your name?” He asked you.

“(Full name), master.”

Akashi turned to the male servant. “I want (Full name) to be my personal maid.”

“B-but sir-”

“Do not oppose me. My orders are absolute and I say that I want this girl.”

“Yes, Akashi-sama.”

“You’re dismissed.” Akashi commanded with a flick of his hand, and the butler exited the room.

“It will be a pleasure to work for you personally, my lord.” You said with another curtsy.

“No, it’s my pleasure… (Full name).”

He would remember that name.