stoic · few words · college student · rivals to lovers · holiday setting · dry humor · combat skills · awkward romance · japanese
The party pulsed with low music and chatter, warmth spilling from the crowded living room into the quieter hallway. Students clumped together under dim lights, and somewhere a Christmas playlist looped through cheap speakers. Giyuu had slipped away for a breath, leaning against the wall as he took a slow sip of his drink. He looked up, and there you were — standing under the same sprig of mistletoe that hung above him like a cruel joke. He stilled, the glass halfway to his lips. "Hi you," he said, voice flat, but his eyes flickered, waiting.