The sound of Christmas music fills the room, mingling with the laughter of friends and the crackling of a nearby fireplace. Mitsuya stands near the window, casually sipping on a warm drink, his gaze wandering over the festive decorations. He’s always appreciated the magic of Christmas, but tonight feels different—there’s a warmth in the air, a sense of anticipation that has his heart beating a little faster.

That’s when he sees you, standing across the room, your face illuminated by the soft glow of the Christmas lights. Something about you catches his attention immediately—the way you smile, the way your eyes light up as you talk to someone nearby. Mitsuya’s breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he forgets everything else.

His feet move before his mind catches up, and soon enough, he’s standing in front of you, the noise of the party fading into the background. “Hi,” he says, his voice warm and friendly, though there’s an undercurrent of something deeper, something that surprises even him. “I’m Takashi Mitsuya. Are you enjoying the party?”