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I'll Be Your Santa (Himuro Tatsuya x Reader) - CTI'll Be Your Santa (Himuro Tatsuya x Reader) - CT by Yasmochi
The last few days before Christmas were always a hassle, but nonetheless extremely enjoyable. Everything was glowing and sparkling as if coated in a thick and cosy layer of glitter - with amazingly soft snow in addition. And as that same snow carelessly continued to fall from the clouds that formed a grey entirety above you in the sky, everyone was reminded to simply take a step back from whatever they were doing and watch the beautiful sight for a while, holding their significant other's hand or humming along to many of the Christmas songs as they did so.
At the time, you couldn't help but feel a little disgruntled as you walked in to your apartment and found it looking completely plain, boring and normal like always. Sighing a little, you reluctantly came to the inevitable conclusion that if you didn't do any decorating, nobody would.
"Perks of living on my own..." you mumbled to yourself, getting out bags of old, unused decorations from the closet to fill the small
Himuro Tatsuya/Reader ~ Ice CreamHimuro Tatsuya/Reader ~ Ice Cream by faline4
He was pissed.
The poker-faced Himuro Tatsuya was pissed because of you.
He watched you as you talked to the purple-haired giant with a smile, waving your hands animatedly. The tower-like Murasakibara talked more than he usually did as he munched on his melon bread, and his lazy gaze held more emotion than usual. He was aware you were one of the girls his lazy sweets-eating could get along with, and for some reason, he didn't like it. Though the only conversation topic the two of you could actually agree on was sweets and junk food, that wasn't enough to keep him from getting annoyed. There were times when he actually heard the two of you talk about some other subjects other than food.
Sure, he might have left your little confession for him unanswered for days, but deep inside his mind, he knew you should be loyal to only him. Confessing meant that your heart belonged to him. So why were you being so friendly with his friend?! It didn't make any sense. Unless... he shook the thou