Author's Note: Alrighty. This is the start of a little Mitsumayo drabble collection?
Is that how I should describe it? I dunno.
I'm leaving this as 'complete' because I dunno If I'll add more or not. Maybe. I dunno.
Each one is inspired by a random song on my iPod. Some are fluffier than others. Some aren't even really fluffy.
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At the start of every new year, Maya prefers to partake in some traditions – she and Nick watch the ball drop in Times Square (three hours early on a livestream, but they watch it nonetheless) and on those past two (three? four?) New Years' that she was in a relationship with someone – she'd kissed them at midnight.
But this year, she realized, was the first year she'd actually had a party. Well, it was really Nick's party, but she and Trucy did most of the planning.
And, an hour before the party actually started, she, along with Apollo, and Trucy (and of course, Phoenix), had caught a livestream of the ball dropping in Manhattan.
And, at around 10, when everyone began arriving – either alone (like Larry, expecting to find a date while at the party) – or with a date, Nick's living room (or office, whichever you'd prefer) began to fill up fast.
Then, midnight.
Nick surprised Apollo with a kiss – sure, they weren't exactly hiding their relationship – but Apollo still didn't expect to get a kiss with so many people around.
Larry snuck a kiss from Franziska – bad move, Larry.
And Maya, well, Maya found herself with her lips pressed to a certain prosecutor's – arms wrapped around his neck loosely and a smile on Miles' face.
While unexpected for both – Maya had to admit – this was a pretty damn good start to the New Year.