A/N: Happy holidays everyone! I hope you enjoy this short fan fiction. For those who aren't familiar of Misa de Gallo/Simbang Gabi, please do take some time to search and read about it! ^^

I will be posing a new chapter everyday, as it is a countdown to Christmas.

I will be basing these out of Seito's Christmas prompts (found here: seitosokusha dot tumblr dot com slash post slash 103946047123)

I hope you enjoy it! ^^

December 16th: Tuesday

Theme: 20. Sleigh/Sled

"I should have slept."

You scolded yourself, rubbing your hands together for heat. Your thick clothing wasn't enough to fend off the cold mid-December dawn, but your heart was warm to its core as the season of Christmas spirit spread like an epidemic.

The sun wasn't up but the church was full of people. People of all paths of life came to celebrate the Night Mass at 4 in the morning. For those who aren't aware, it was a questionably odd sight, but for devout attendees, this dawn event was tradition. It was a countdown to that special holiday and, some also believe, probably a chance for a personal wish to come true. Many had their sentiments for going to the novena masses, and for you, you hoped for the latter meaning to be true.

Snowflakes gently fell and made shimmering Christmas lights look softer. You stood at the church courtyard a few feet away from the doors, hearing the clear words of the priest from the nearby speakers. You never expected to see so many people up at this time of day, although you already heard it from the news. Because of certain reasons, it's your first time to participate in the tradition and that makes this experience extra special: the excitement, anticipation, and hopefulness are all packed in one.

You sat down on the concrete plant box, adjusting your knit gloves. Shivering from the cold gust of wind, you fixed your scarf and closed your coat. The night was unbelievable, but bearable. People yawned and heads lulled as the mass continued. As much as anyone wanted to go to this mystical tradition, no one would be surprised to see people asleep while standing. The moment some lean on the wall, their minds would drift away into dreamland. But you didn't mind the wake. In fact, you haven't slept the night in the fear of missing the mass. A few hours earlier you were bored in your room, playing songs from your phone just to stay up though brain-dead. But now, you just had to endure the next 8 dawns to get "one free wish."

And that wish was to get the perfect guy.

"Man! Were those hills aweeesoooome!"

A man howled as he sat next to you, holding up an iced-up metal sled. His overalls were covered in a thin sheet of snow and his cheeks were red from the cold. His green beanie was sliding of his brown hair and his eyes were dropping. Two other guys came with him and patted the ice off him. "Fred, keep it down. We aren't supposed to be here," the one with dreadlocks said as he straightened the man's beanie, but only to be swatted away.

The other male chuckled and fixed his coat. "Don't you guys want to stick around? It just started," he shrugged, removing his cap and fixing his scarf.

You observed that male as he exposed his perfect white teeth, smiling as the other cracked a joke. His black hair was flattened smooth from his cap, a weird combination of straight and a mess. His eyes gleamed with concern and purity as he looked at his two companions. His cheeks were rosy and skin looked soft as he rubbed his hands on his shoulders.

There was something intriguing about this man, and you just can't lay your finger on it. The man with the baseball cap had something oddly attractive.

Having the habit of being stuck in your thoughts, you didn't notice the trio walking away, bringing along with them their frosted sled. You watched the man's broad shoulder move as they approach the gates, his scarf flowing in the wind. You felt pained somewhere in your chest at the thought you'll never see him again, and at the same time, the wrap around your neck started to tighten more and more. You looked down to find it being tugged in the direction of the group. You tried pulling it, but the sound of slightly ripping cloth made you stop from tugging any further. The other end snaked around your neck and was almost loose, so you hurried to the stuck end to fix the problem.

"Excuse me! Excuse me," you called out and the three males turned around. As you gazed at each of their faces, you locked eyes with him. He was tall, probably at around five feet ten. His arms weren't as muscular as his dark-skinned companion, but he definitely didn't look like skin and bones. Shaking off the thoughts, you tried to find the reason to speak. "Hi," you greeted, "my scarf's stuck on your sled." The one called Fred extended the sled to you, but had almost dropped it on your foot as he nearly collapsed on the crisp white snow. The muscular friend instead held the sled for you.

"Sorry about that," the man gently smiled as he gestured you to pull out your scarf from the rails. You attempted to pull the end of the now brittle cloth off the cold metal. Pulling it could possibly separate it, but would also mean to tear the scarf from it. You jerked a little stronger this time and you succeeded. Your scarf was free, yet a little torn. But both of your knit gloves got stuck on the ice, and your arms were to stay outstretched.

"Oh dear," the male sighed as he saw your problem.

You were dumbfounded, and equally embarrassed. As you were about to remove your gloves to pull them out bare-handed, the male with the baseball cap approached you, his brown eyes gazing into your sight as if looking through an open window.

"Here, let me help you." He wrapped his big, warm hands around your clothed ones and gently pulled it off the chunks of icicles on the metal. You felt fingers somehow intertwined with yours in the attempt. But his soft approach weren't exactly effective; you were still stuck.

When he realized what had happened, his eye brows furrowed a little. "Wow, this is harder," he commented, glancing on the tips of the gloves. You nodded. His grip changed and tightened. With his hands over yours, you tried pulling away too, but the ice was not giving up without a fight. After enormous amounts of effort, you and the man had successfully pulled away from the ice. You sighed in relief, but the tips on your gloves weren't left unharmed. There were evident holes and were enough to let your painted nails peek out of the cloth and the frost to graze on your now exposed fingertips.

"Are you okay?"

You looked up to find those warm eyes gazing right at the top of your head. Now the height difference was evident. He was a few inches taller than you, and you can't deny it. The beating in your ears became louder and your heart started to dance in its own pace. The feel of his breath brushed against your skin as he looked worriedly at you. You opened you mouth to speak.

"Tadashi, let's go!"

One of his companions called out, interrupting the words that were now stuck in your throat. His friends were already walking farther away without waiting for him. The man didn't say another word as he held tight on your hands. He turned to you with a smile and nodded, bidding his farewell.

"Take care!" He shuffled away into the directions of his 2 friends, clutching on his coat and burying his face into his scarf.

You blinked a few more times as you watch the group walk away into the distance. They were 3 males: one with brown hair and a green beanie; another with dark-skin, dreadlocks, and a muscular built; and lastly, the other having a baseball cap and the warmest features you have ever seen. You rubbed your eyes and lightly slapped yourself for a few good minutes, just to make sure you weren't asleep. You couldn't believe your eyes. You might just have found him.

For the next 8 more dawns, you wished to have that perfect guy.