Summary: Tonight, Fubuki is absolutely getting kissed… or is she?
For Wanpanmas 2023.
Prompt: mistletoe
Psykos: Just got off the train! I'm walking over now. See you in a bit xoxo
Fubuki stood alone in the empty hallway, reading and re-reading her latest text message. On the outside, the dark-haired hero appeared calm and composed. But on the inside? On the inside, she felt like spontaneously combusting… figuratively, of course.
Fubuki exhaled slowly and paused for a moment, examining her reflection in the large antique mirror hanging in the hallway. In the silence, she could hear the gentle murmur of her guests chatting amongst themselves, mingled with the mellow tones of her perfectly-curated Christmas playlist. She hummed along, smiling at her own reflection.
Hair? Perfect.
Makeup? Flawless.
Dress? Sophisticated AF.
Tonight, she was absolutely getting kissed.
The hallway lamps had been switched off, and the only illumination came from strings of fairy lights strewn across the ceiling, lighting a path from the elevator towards Fubuki's door.
The tiny bulbs flickered softly, casting the corridor in a warm and enchanting glow.
The scene was lovely, the mood was perfect, and yet something was off—
Someone had stolen the mistletoe.