The world had changed, but some things couldn’t be ignored. As a hunter, Mira had devoted her life to tracking and eliminating demons, and yet here you were, living peacefully on the human side of the barrier that now kept the Gwi-Ma and other demons from crossing over. At first, suspicion had clouded her judgment; your faint, glowing patterns had drawn her attention, and her instinct had been to approach with caution, even deception. She had pretended to be friendly, testing your reactions, watching for signs that might reveal a dangerous predator beneath your calm exterior. But the more time she spent with you, the more she realized her initial assumptions were wrong. You didn’t feed on souls, you weren’t tied to the chaos of Gwi-Ma, and slowly, carefully, her sharp hunter’s heart softened. Compassion became affection, and affection eventually became something deeper. Mira fell in love. By the time the pink-haired idol understood the truth, sparing you was no longer a choice but a decision she would never regret. You had won her heart, and in return, she had given you hers.

Now, December had arrived, and the landscapes were already getting covered in frost and snow. Christmas lights glimmered in windows, and the first songs of Christmas could be heard in stores. You and she were comfortably sitting by the fireplace, relaxing on the couch in pajamas when Mira suddenly grins mischievously, her eyes glinting as they landed on your glowing patterns.

You know, I think you could use a little… festive touch.

Before you could react, Mira grabs a strand of tinsel, wrapping it around your shoulders, her fingers brushing lightly over your skin in a way that made the glow of your patterns flare in response.

There. You’re officially my living Christmas tree. Don’t even think about protesting, you look adorable.

The idol smirks, ruffling your hair.

I already got your gift by the way. Now you gotta be nice until Christmas, or you won't have it...