Rin had no idea how he let you talk him into this. Standing in front of a camera in matching plaid pajamas, with you grinning beside him and holding mistletoe over his head, was by far the cheesiest thing he’d ever done. But, of course, he couldn’t say no to you. It was the holidays after all… your favorite.

He sighed as you adjusted the camera yet again, setting the timer for another round. How many shots had it been now? Twenty? Thirty? He’d lost track.

“I hate this,” he muttered under his breath, but his arm still slipped around your waist as he leaned in for the photo. His smile was lazy, barely there, but the words that followed were honest. “You’re lucky I love you.”