Day 1: Sweaters
Rating: PG
Soul's not sure when the tradition started, but Maka gives him a sweater every year without fail. At first, he thinks that it's because she can't think of anything else to get him for Christmas. He had smiled and tried not to cringe at the green and red monstrosity, and had put it on for a couple of minutes to make her smile. It was cute, how excited she was, and it wasn't as if anyone could see him.
The second time it happens, she hands over the sweater with a huge smirk, and he likes the way her eyes twinkle as he unwraps something that's red and kind of sparkly and has sequinned reindeer all over it.
"You're a monster," he says with a grin, and slips it over his head anyway. It's about two sizes too huge and the sleeves go past his hands, but the mischievous smile on her face makes it all worth it.
The third year, he's almost looking forward to his gift because he's got a plan. When he unwraps the sweater, even more hideous than last year's. Soul loves it. He holds up the green abonimation and eyeballs it for a minute.
"What's the matter," she asks, and he can't ignore the little flash of hurt in her eyes. Soul flashes her a toothy smile and beckons her close. She looks at his warily, but scoots closer. In an instant, he's got the sweater up and over her head, tugging it quickly over her ears.
Her head pops through the neck of the sweater, pale hair staticky and wild, and eyes glaring. "Soul!"
Soul takes the opportunity and the chance, and darts in to give her a peck on the lips. It's so fast she could almost think it was a hallucination, except her lips are kind of tingly and his face is beet red.
"W-what was that?" she stutters.
He shrugs a little, cheeks still flushed. "Eh, you know. Mistletoe," he gestures at the sweater, and Maka leans forward, arms still tangled inside the sweater and presses her lips against his.