You wipped sweat of your forehead, looking at the different decorations you had put up for Christmas that took you hours. Pedri walked up from behind you, snuggling his head in your shoulder from behind.

"If I get a mistletoe, will you finally kiss me?" Pedri asked, making you nod, Pedri letting go and sprinting off to find one.

He came back, holding the mistletoe, sweaty, looking like he'd just finished a match. He put the mistletoe up, leaning down to kiss you.