What a cliché. you thought as you looked up. Leon's gaze following your own.

Cornered and pushed by festive party-goers, you found yourself bumping into Leon, your close friend. He was a sweetheart about it and tugged you out of the way of it happening once more. That wasn't a problem. What was a problem was what hung above you two.

A mistletoe.

"Guess that means we have to kiss, huh?" he mumbled, giving you a sheepish smile as his cheeks grew pink.