Kenma doesn't like Christmas. He lost you on the day of the holiday, how a nonsensical fight made him lose the greatest gift he ever had.

So I'll hang the lights up you'll see them from space

He will never admit it, but he wants you back; even when a year had already passed. One year of constantly gaslighting himself that he moved on. One year of his friends seeing his frown deepen. One year of him rambling in his private Twitter account about how much he misses you.

And all that I want on my list is that look, on your face

Kuroo forced him to join on the holiday spirit. Even if it meant being the one to put on some Christmas decorations on his own.

When I said november's early to be playing these songs

So when his best friend needed to go home, with someone waiting for him with a nice Christmas treat — Kenma felt a lot colder. You used to always wait for him to get home.

Now when I look back I can see I was wrong

Kenma catches a glimpse of his phone on the island of his kitchen. It was as if it was mocking him. After all, he had your number in his contact; not like he memorized it by heart anyway.

So what if I call And you pick up the phone

The sound of the dial makes him more anxious by the second. Kenma was rich, he could have all the games and items he wants. But what are those when he can't the person he loved, the one that keeps him warm at night?

And I use this holiday to make my way to your ghost

He had a sinking feeling that you hated this holiday too. That losing him had burnt you just the same. But you never called and Kenma couldn't last another agonizing year without you. He just wishes he isn't too late.

Oh what if you're lonely And you know I am too? And I get the chance to say:

"Merry Christmas," he immediately said when the call went in, then he added with a shaky breath, "I miss you."

He slides down against the wall and towards the floor, hugging his knees as his hair curtains his face.

"You know it's true," he added, "yeah, I miss you."