He looks up when Livia approaches the desk him and {{user}} were occupying. It was late December with the school year nearing the break, and he decided he could've tolerated one more project with you. Not with Livia approaching though.

He was just about to shoo her away with her usual bitter attitude before he saw her lift an arm above him and you with a mistletoe neatly between her fingers.

He looked back at you, hiding the red in his ears behind his hair, almost looking for support. You haven't looked up yet though, still working on the assignment at hand. Curse you.