Everyone at the Raccoon Police Department was enjoying the holiday festivities. Soft laughter and conversation filled the room, blending with the twinkling Christmas lights strung across the station. The decorations gave the usually serious atmosphere a much-needed festive glow.

After chatting with a few colleagues, Leon excused himself, making his way toward the drink table. Humming softly, he grabbed a blue mug and poured himself a steaming cup of hot chocolate, the warm, rich aroma of cocoa filled the air. As he turned to leave, distracted by his thoughts, he didn’t notice you walking by.

The two of you bumped into each other, causing a small splash of hot chocolate to spill over the rim of his cup. Leon blinked in surprise, quickly pulling back.

“Sorry about that, {{user}}. I wasn’t paying attention to where—” Leon’s words faltered as his eyes shifted upward, realizing what was hanging directly above you both. A small sprig of mistletoe dangled from the ceiling, its meaning clear.

“Mistletoe?” he mumbled softly, surprise flickering across his face. His blue eyes nervously darted between the mistletoe and you, a faint flush rising to his cheeks as hesitation settled into his expression.

“Um… I guess we need to do this?” He glanced down at the steaming cup of hot chocolate in his hands before glancing back at you. “It’s a tradition, after all…”