christmas miracle

notes: hudshauosdhasashs starting a new series after disappearing for 2 years is a good idea -Me

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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"That's too big, Miku. It will never fit!"

"Well, how would you know? As they say, you never know unless you try! It'll fit. I trust my instincts."

"It wouldn't fit. I trust my instincts. Do you want it to get stuck? How are we going to get it out, then? It's Christmas. No one is working today."

Miku huffed, shifting her bag strap on her shoulder. Len was really annoying when he nagged. He could be so paranoid sometimes. Honestly! How hard could it be to fit a Christmas tree into their living room? Sure, their apartment was teeny, barely having enough space for them to move freely— wait. She frowned. His words started to make sense now. But she would not back down, not at this point. Her pride was at stake here! "We can figure something out," she insisted, though not as firmly as before now that she realised her mistake. "You're a university student! You're smart! I believe in you!"

"Oh, so it's my responsibility now," Len grumbled under his breath. Miku hummed happily, pretending not to hear him, and continued to pull him down the aisle, walking towards the largest tree in the store. It really was huge — the top peeked above the other trees, and Len just knew that it wouldn't fit in their small apartment. Their apartment was half the size of this store! He voiced these thoughts to Miku, who hummed even louder and hurried her pace. Len rolled his eyes in exasperation, frustrated with her. Sometimes he wondered why he put up with her, honestly.

Slowly and steadily they reached the huge tree, with Len pointing out smaller trees to an ignorant Miku on the way. She had gone through three songs and was currently singing All I Want For Christmas Is You. She had to raise her voice to talk over Len each time he tried to pull her towards the baby sized trees, and as a result they were now involved in a shouting match, Len shouting expletives at her and Miku screaming all the Christmas songs she could remember. Their fellow shoppers were stopping in their tracks to stare at them, but Miku didn't really care. At least she didn't have to fight through a crowd of last minute Christmas shoppers.

"Look!" She wheezed, breathless from her Christmas carolling, tugging on Len with their intertwined hands and pointing at the tall tree with the other. Len was sulking now, resolutely looking anywhere but her. She tugged again. "Look! It's The Tree! Our tree, Len! Isn't she beautiful?" She gazed at the tree lovingly, letting out an awed sigh.

Len heaved out a sigh as well, but his was weary and heavy. He finally snapped around to look at her, to which she responded to by jabbing her finger at the tree excitedly. Len continued to glare at her with all the venom in his being. "I'm not buying that tree," he said resolutely, and with that he turned away again.

Miku was used to his tantrums, however, and remained unfazed. "Aw, you're such a bummer, Len!" She cooed, patting his cheek. Len growled and tried to bite her fingers. He succeeded in getting her pinky, eliciting a shriek from her. Was he a cat, or something? When did he have such sharp teeth? "Wh-who's my favourite Scrooge?" She sang, just to annoy him. She wiped her pinky on his nose for extra effect.

Len flailed his arms, letting go of her hand to wipe his nose in disgust. He glared at her. Well, at least he was responding to her. She smiled and gestured grandly at the tree once more. Len glanced up at it and snorted. "You honestly want this? It's not a joke?" She shook her head. Len stared at her incredulously, most probably wondering what he was doing putting up with a big idiot such as her.

Len wondered what he was doing putting up with a big idiot such as Miku. How could someone look at this tree and think that it would fit into their apartment? Forget their room, it wouldn't even fit into the lift. He would've told her this if he didn't feel tired from all the shouting they did earlier. Being with Miku was like running a marathon. It was more tiring than any strenuous exercise.

He gave up. There was just no point in arguing with an idiot — you'd never win, only suffer from a frustrating loss. One of these days he was going to get high blood pressure and it would all be Miku's fault. "Why don't you look at the price tag, then?" He said, watching Miku light up like a Christmas tree. Poor girl. "We'll see how we can fit it into our room, then. I think Mina would try to climb it, so ... by the entrance, then?" He tapped his chin, pretending to think.

Miku smiled brightly and reached up to squeeze his cheeks. "I knew you'd come around, Len! Just wait, I'll be back!"

Len searched through the masses of people for a bright teal head, struggling to juggle a carton of hot chocolate and a box of donuts in both hands. He found her soon enough, slumped dejectedly in a squat. A few children were surrounding her and poking her with their stubby fingers. Len watched them for a while, amused, before going to Miku's rescue.

He nudged the box of donuts against her forehead, shooing away the children with a jut of his chin. Miku peered up at him from her knees. "Don't sit like that, it's embarrassing," he said, tapping her feet with his own in an attempt to make her stand up. Miku only sighed and buried her head in her knees again. Len slowly lowered himself into a squat next to her, deciding that she wouldn't budge from her position unless she snapped out of her bad mood. It felt like he was dealing with a petulant child. He couldn't even tell the difference between Miku and a child most of the time.

"Come on, cheer up," he prompted, cracking the paper cup lid open. He pressed the warm cup against her arm. "It's not like we need a tree that big, anyway. We can get a small one; it'll look colossal in our tiny apartment!"

Miku groaned exaggeratingly in response, but she repositioned herself into a sitting position before taking the cup from his hands. "But it isn't big. Not for real. Do you really want to lie to yourself? Live an illusion?" She squinted at him, as if judging his worth. Len held back the urge to toss her off the railing behind them, and forced himself to be calm and sympathising.

"I never wanted a big tree, anyway," he spat. Well. So much for being calm and understanding. He hoped Miku wouldn't take the bait, impossible as it was, because he was sick of arguing with her. He'd had enough to last him a month.

Miku opened her mouth as if to rebuke, but surprisingly, she kept quiet. Len almost gasped in amazement. Wow! Christmas miracles did exist! He thought it was a myth all along. "You're right," said Miku in a glum voice. She sipped at her hot chocolate morosely. "I guess dreams will always be dreams." She sighed.

Len opened the box in his lap and handed her a vegetable donut. He thought it was the most disgusting thing mankind had ever created, but Miku ate it with gusto, claiming that it was the most delicious food she had ever tasted. He always made sure to pack a box for her when he passed by the donut store after that. He had bought it this time with hopes that it would cheer her up. True to his guesses, she snatched the donut out from his hands and munched on it, looking decidedly happier than before.

"All right! I decided that it is beneath me to get sad over trivial things like this!" Miku declared grandly, standing up and brushing crumbs off her skirt. "Small tree? Expensive trees? Who cares about that? It's Christmas! Stand up, Len! It's Christmas!" She shouted, tugging Len up by his arm. He felt a helpless smile come upon his face. He was always dragged around by Miku, forced to play to her whims — and yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her for it. She frustrated him, made his blood boil, made him feel so alive. He didn't know anyone else who could make him feel so many things all at once. It was overwhelming and thrilling. Miku was somewhat magic, if you thought about it that way.

He couldn't help the burst of laughter that escaped his lips, either. "Yes, it's Christmas," he agreed, swiping away stray crumbs from her mouth with his thumb. What could he do about her? As she pulled him towards the Christmas displays, he decided that there was nothing to be done. Miku would always be Miku — idiotic, simple Miku — and he would continue to love her for it.

After all, wasn't that what he was already doing?