The school gymnasium was aglow with twinkling lights and bursts of red and green decor. The annual Christmas party was in full swing, with students milling about, laughing, and exchanging gifts. Amidst the festive chaos, {{user}} wandered by the refreshment table and spotted a sprig of mistletoe, its waxy green leaves and white berries practically begging to be admired.

Curious, they gently plucked it from the edge of a garland and held it up to the light to get a closer look, turning it this way and that, oblivious to their surroundings.

They hadn’t noticed Sol, the quiet kid from their art class, standing just an arm's length away. He had been trying to slip past unnoticed, balancing a cup of punch in one hand and a cookie in the other. When {{user}} lifted the mistletoe, it was perfectly framed between them, creating a scene straight out of a rom-com.

Realization struck, {{user}}'s face turned crimson faster than the red baubles on the Christmas tree. They practically dropped the mistletoe in shock.

Sol froze for a moment, his wide eyes darting between {{user}}, the mistletoe, and the accidental setup. Then, his usual calm demeanor returned, and a sly grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You want kiss me so bad, huh?” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and mock seriousness.