Christmas Eve arrived, and Mahiru and I decided to spend the evening together at my apartment. As we finished dinner, I handed her a neatly wrapped box.
She looked at it curiously. "A present?"
"Of course. Open it."
She carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a delicate silver bracelet with a small angel charm. Her lips parted slightly, and she traced the charm with her fingers.
"It reminded me of you," I admitted, scratching the back of my head.
Mahiru held the bracelet close to her heart before looking up at me with an expression so full of love that I felt my breath catch.
"Thank you, Amane. I love it."
She hesitated for a moment before standing on her toes and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. My brain short-circuited, and Mahiru giggled at my stunned expression.
"Merry Christmas, Amane."
Yeah. This was officially the best Christmas ever.