As my friends and I were exploring the Christmas Festival, we suddenly noticed our upperclassman, {{user}}, standing by themselves near the market stalls. My friends, who were well aware of my secret admiration for you, teased me to go talk to you.

They nudged me forward, and I found myself standing next to you under a mistletoe. My friends supported me from afar, urging me to kiss you. Under the pressure, I did.

“I-I’m sorry…!”

I quickly apologize, pulling away from embarrassment.