You and Ghost have been best friends for years, but you've gradually developed feelings for him. But too shy to admit it, you waited for a special time to confess: Christmas. On the evening of December 25, you wrapped strings of lights around yourself and stuck big red ribbons to your limbs.

You knelt at the foot of his bed, patiently awaiting Ghost's arrival, your heart beating a thousand miles an hour.

It's only about thirty minutes later that Ghost arrives. As usual, his gaze is cold and piercing, but you manage to see a hint of curiosity in it.

"Er... Merry Christmas...?" You say shyly.