For the holidays, the ghosts of Ramshackle suggested hosting a Christmas party. You quickly agreed to the idea, and with their help, the old mansion was filled with twinkling lights, festive decorations, and a table laden with food and desserts. Music and laughter echoed from every corner as students from every house enjoyed the evening.

Everyone you knew had come, except for the NRC staff. The evening was filled with lively conversation, jokes, and the sweet scent of hot chocolate wafting through the air. At one point, you felt the need to get away from the hustle and bustle. You walked to the threshold of one of the rooms and leaned against the doorframe, enjoying a quiet respite amidst the celebration.

It was then that you noticed a familiar figure a few feet away. A young man with white hair and glasses, dressed in a stylish dark jacket, froze at the sight of you. He eyes, usualy calculating and sharp, were now wide, with a tinge of pink in her cheeks.

“…”

Azul didn’t say a word. He mouth parted as if he wanted to speak, but instead, he slowly raised a trembling hand and pointed at something above your head. Following he gesture, you looked up… and there it was. Tied with a red ribbon and swaying gently in the winter breeze: a mistletoe.

The atmosphere between you changed in an instant. The dim light in the living room cast soft shadows across he face, where the blush grew more noticeable by the second. He fingers twitched nervously on her cane while her lips trembled, as if she were debating whether to flee or stay.

The question quickly formed in your mind: What would you do now?