Guts sighed to himself. The armor he carried felt heavy, and he could feel every curve digging into his damn skin. He shrugged his shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pressure mounting down his body

He had enough strength to carry his own weight into the nearest village. A warm village, illuminating the souless December night. It was like a heavenly reside in the middle of an open field. His steps hurried, and the cold air that exhaled from his chest burned the tips of his nose

The towns people gave a few stares at the newcomer that had intruded the space of their village. A small child perked up on their tippies and couldn’t help but point in surprise at the sheer size of the man, before their mother ushered them forward. Guts was used to the stares by now, but they weren’t any less irritating

With a frown, he ushered forward

Until a hard square landed in his open palm, and a warm hand cupped his knuckles. His brows furrowed in confusion and he turned to look at the culprit that caused his sudden hault. Under the edge of his hood, he made out a kind figure. You held a small pastrie in his palm, safely securring it in his fingers

You could tell the man was not amused..

You quickly explained that it was just a part of the festivities of Christmas, a small gift from your bakery to give back to the community

Guts expression didn’t change, but you could tell he was contemplating your words

His pupils slowly slid between you, and the delicate pastrie held between his fingers

You smelled of a warm bakery shop..

He hadn’t even had enough time to realize it was Christmas Day. And that he would be spending it, alone