For Karen
Sengoku/Tomoka
ice ceiling exhibition
"You didn't tell me that we were going to be doing this today!" Tomoka huffed, arms crossed firmly across her chest. If she had known Sengoku was going to drag her to an ice arena to watch some stupid figure skating exhibition she would've put on some pants, at least. It was cold.
Sengoku let out a chuckle, an arm wrapping around the younger girl's shoulder and grinning like a moron. Honestly his intentions were slightly different from what Tomoka had expected from their date; it wasn't about watching fruits on blades dance around the ice but to get into the mood of the season and maybe get a little lucky.
"Look up." Tomoka blinked, eyes widening slightly as she peered up at the ceiling and spotted a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above their heads. The blush on her cheeks didn't exactly go unnoticed when Sengoku leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Merry Christmas, Tomoka-cha‾n."