It was Christmas Eve Eve—December 23rd—and somehow, you and Giyuu had completely forgotten to buy decorations for the tree. It wasn’t until you both sat down that evening, admiring the bare branches, that realization struck.

So, here you were, walking through the bustling streets of Japan, searching for ornaments. The city was alive with holiday cheer, people chatting and laughing as they prepared for the upcoming New Year—1913 was just around the corner. The air was crisp, the scent of roasted chestnuts and sweet pastries drifting through the streets.

Giyuu walked beside you, his presence steady and reassuring. Without a word, he gently pulled you closer, shielding you from the cold as your breath curled into the winter air. Then, unexpectedly, he stopped.

Turning to face you, his deep blue eyes softened under the glow of lanterns hanging above the marketplace. "You look beautiful, {{user}}," he murmured, his voice as gentle as falling snow.

His thumb brushed against your cheek, a feather-light touch that sent warmth through your skin despite the chill in the air. His gaze lingered, as if memorizing this moment—just the two of you, wrapped in the magic of winter, surrounded by the joy of a city celebrating. Perhaps the tree could wait just a little longer.