Your OTP's neighbours are Christmas light fanatics. So much so, that even with the blinds drawn they are so bright that A and B can't sleep due to all the flashing lights. Person A is ready to march over there and give the neighbours a piece of their mind, while Person B doesn't want to look rude and tries to calm Person A down.
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Candlelight and Coffee.
"I hate my life!" Roared Touka, slamming the book she had been trying to read into her face.
"Yes, well, let's all MURDER EVERYONE!" Exploded Kaneki, who was face-down on the bed next to her.
Needless to say, they were both mad.
"Killing people does not solve everything, dumbass!" Touka argued.
"Since when did you become the pacifist?!" Yelled Kaneki.
Frosty The Snowman blared mercilessly next store, colorful lights shining through black curtains.
Touka hit herself in the head with her biology textbook a few more times before screaming back, "SINCE FUCK YOU, IDIOT KANEKI!"
The screech all but rattled the house.
Kaneki screamed into the duvet random curse words; Touka threw said biology textbook at his head and ran into the bathroom.
After twenty seconds splashing water on her face, Touka looked straight up, turned off the water, paused a moment, and screamed.
When Kaneki didn't come running, she flung open the door and ran back into the bedroom.
Kaneki hadn't moved. Textbook resting on his head, still shouting into the gray covers.
"KEN." She shouted. "THE BATHROOM."
"WHAAAAAAAT?!" Retorted the boy, angry.
"IT'S SOUNDPROOFED!" She exclaimed.
His head snapped up. "What?"
"We're sleeping in the bathroom, make it up. I'll collect food and coffee."
Kaneki sat up, closed the book so none of the pages folded, and went to the wooden chest where they kept extra blankets.
...PAGE BREAK, BROUGHT TO YOU BY—FRR-OST-Y, THE SNOWMA-(Touka rips off his head)...
Twenty-four minutes later, the couple sat in a makeover-ed version of their jacuzzi tub, filled with blankets and pillows, and candles littered the counters. A laptop sat in the tub with them, Netflix on, coffee in hand, and the sounds of South Park filling the bathroom.
Each half of the couple was clad in flannel pajamas, a knit blanket from Hinami in a blue-ish gray sort of color tangled around them, Touka's head on his shoulder, his on her hair, their giggles mixing together in the soundproofed-silence.
Candlelight and coffee and small kisses stolen between giggles and scenes, ever-present smiles.
And no goddamned Christmas music!