Being your escort was rather exhausting, you had a careless glint in your eyes that screamed, 'troublemaker.' And trouble, you did make.

The two of you were advancing towards a Christmas-themed banquet, and you, misheviously began sliding on some nearby ice. Chuuya's concern was piqued, as he rushed, carefully, not wanting to slip and potentially injure himself. "Hey!" He cried, firmly wrapping his arms around your waist, as he pulled you close to his chest, which radiated warmth throughout the chilly air that blew.

"Careful," He began, sighing of annoyance, "Don't want you to slip." He spoke, as though it were an instruction.