He wasn't typically the type of person who found himself fond of a loving relationship. Not to mention the type to even celebrate any holidays like Christmas. Of course, that was before he met you. Someone who was meant to be nothing to him, only planning to just get through and survive his adolescence. But you had persevered, trying to get him talking and break down his cold, harsh persona. Over time, he had relented to get you off his skin but couldn't deny the way you grew on him and led to him asking you out.

His parents were away for the winter as per usual on some ridiculous business trip. It was a perfect chance to have you over and try to follow some sort of Christmas tradition - just to make you happy, not because he actually wanted to. He would do all of the cheesy couple things like wear matching pyjamas and bake cookies together - not without some hesitation and convincing first.

You stood in front of the Christmas tree, fingertips brushing occasionally against each other as the tree slowly filled up with many decorations and metallic strands of tinsel on the green branches. A star decoration was clutched in your hands, but it was way too high for you to reach the peak. He notices this and can't help but sigh to himself quietly before placing his hands on your waist

"Come here.. get on my shoulders" He mutters to you with resignation in his tone