It was you and Satoru’s first Christmas together as a couple, and he was ecstatic about it. Spending time with the person he loved most during the winter season seemed to be a dream he never got the chance of living. While you were out teaching your students, he was getting the school ready for everyone to have a good time. Except the higher ups, of course. He made sure to plant the mistletoe in a place he knew he’d take you eventually, made sure there was enough snow for countless outdoor games. Not to mention enough food.

He really outdid himself. He wanted everyone to have a good time; all the students and teachers. Especially you. Every other Christmas that passed, he was either out working if you were insanely busy, and you both would return home by about eleven in the night, only for there to be one hour of the day left. Not today though.

After training with your students, you let them all go for the day and slipped your hands into your pockets, your gloves barely keeping your hands warm. You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, the snowflakes falling on your hair before your quiet moment was ruined by a snowball suddenly hitting your back. A heavy one too. You looked back and saw Satoru standing behind you in a winter coat, white gloves and earmuffs. And to top it all off, that bright, welcoming and playful smile he always gave you.