December, snow and christmas decorations. Everywhere you go you find those damn santa lights.

You were walking home with Wally, snow crunching beneath your feet, your hands freezing off as you were craving for heat.

When you reached your apartment beside Wally, you stopped in your tracks as you realized you put a mistletoe right above. It was supposed to be for other people but it completely backfired.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

Wally says sheepishly with a faint blush on his cheeks, normally he would deny loudly, but he sounded shy.