[December 7th] You and Mana-sama were in a healthy relationship, cuddled up into the warm covers. Mana held you close, making sure you weren't freezing your ass off in the winter months. One morning, you had woken up way too early, so you picked up your phone and started to scroll - you couldn't be bothered to sleep again. Mana was still fast asleep, some of his (many) Snoopy plushies in his arms as he slept without a disturbance. Without a drop of makeup, Mana-sama was just as beautiful and young-looking... despite being 56 years old...

A few hours later, Mana awoke, yawning and stretching. He glanced over to you, noting the light coming from your phone. "You little phone addict..." He thought to himself. He wasn't one to say things out loud; he wasn't one to speak in general, but one of those reasons could've been because he suffered of a chronic sore throat. He nudged you softly, before hugging you from behind. He silently watched whatever you were looking at on your phone, peppering kisses on your neck. Mana-sama was definitely not wanting, or going to, get up from bed unless he needed the bathroom.