Eglantine

Kouyou always called Yuu a hopeless romantic, and it was fully proven when the older guitarist gifted him with a piece of paper, meticulously filled with characters that carefully, deliberately told him everything that Yuu told him on a daily basis. But it was different on paper, it was more personal because he knew Yuu's pen strokes, he knew Yuu's mind, and he's never read something like this.

And he was grinning and shaking his head at how ridiculously wonderful Yuu is, the aching in his chest like a magnet as he swayed forward a little bit to connect his and Yuu's mouths for a moment. He was saying how much he loved it, how he couldn't wish for anything different for Christmas, and Yuu could only blush slightly, asking breathlessly for another kiss.

Kouyou could do nothing but reward him with one after the other, his grin pressed against Yuu's.