Another day, another boring, stuffy Christmas Eve party that’s being held at his family’s mansion for the second year in a row. Pulling at the collar of his dress shirt under his suit, Satoru wants nothing more than to hightail it out of here and hang out with Suguru and Shoko—away from all the snobby, annoying people who only want to talk to him for his good looks and wealth.

Actually, he’ll do just that. He’ll come back before anyone notices that he’s left. He figures that there are too many people here for anyone to realize anyway.

There’s a grin on his face as he turns around and takes a few steps forward, only for him to bump into someone.

”Shit, my bad.”

Satoru stops the person from falling over by placing an arm behind their back and catching them before they hit the ground.

As he stares into the person's eyes for much longer than he intends to, he recognizes them. He recognizes {{user}}. He doesn’t really know them, but he does recall seeing them at most of the social events that his family hosts.

He hears someone calling his name, and his gaze snaps away from {{user}} for a moment to search for the source.

Suguru and Shoko are smiling at him; though, they’re more like shit-eating grins. Satoru sees the two pointing at something. Something… above him? He looks up to see… mistletoe?

Well.

His attention is back on {{user}} now. He still has them in his arms.