Bokuto: Here's A Fun Christmas Idea! We Hang A Mistletoe, But Instead Of Kissing, You've To FIGHT Whoever

Bokuto: Here's a fun Christmas idea! We hang a mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you've to FIGHT whoever is under it.

Sakusa: Bokuto no.

Hinata: Mistlefoe.

Sakusa: Stop encouraging him.

Atsumu: If you fuck the person under it then it's mistlehoe-

Sakusa: MIYA ATSUMU.

Meian: Ah yes. A normal Christmas evening.

Kuroo: Damn, the power went out.

Bokuto: Don't worry, I got this.

Bokuto, shakes rapidly and starts to illuminate:

Kuroo: What-

Bokuto: I swallowed a flashlight.

Kuroo, on the verge of cardiac arrest: WHY WOULD YOU-

Kageyama, trying to open a jar of pickles: FUCKING SHIT LID

Iwaizumi: I wonder where he got that from.

Oikawa: The fucking fridge.

Dragon King/Viking Bakugou waking up from a deep sleep when he hears foot prints in the snow outside of your shared home.

No one in the village has a need to walk this close to your home, especially not this late at night, yet still Katsuki can hear the faint crunch underfoot. His ears strain, fingers grazing over the handle of his battle worn axe as he listens. Anger coursing through his veins, he doesn't recognize the gaite, gently waking you and silently telling you to keep quiet. As much as you hated the blonde you were forced to share furs with there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Not just lust but an understanding that goes without being said.

Your hand slips to your knife hidden between the mattress and the bed causing a scoffing smirk to grace his features. A silent mocking of surprised ya haven't slit my throat yet and he can imagine your reply right away when you shrug your shoulders. Maybe this intruder is a ploy and I'll pounce on the opportunity now.

Despite all that, when Bakugou rises from the bed giving you his back, he knows that if or when you take his life, you'd want it to be obvious.

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GOD THIS IS LITERALLY ME WITH HIM SHUT UPPPP

He knows you’re excited for the trip too, but god the way you’re literally bouncing off the walls and running around like a dog about to go on a walk is so bizarre to him.

“You know I’m just a dude, right?” He asks when you bite his jawline while he folds his underwear. “Like. I’m just a guy.”

“You’re my guy,” you assure. “You’re my dude. I want to be next to you forever. And now we’re gonna get to sit next to each other for at least six hours.” You beam up at him so intently he thinks you’re gonna pull a muscle. “How are you not excited!”

“I am, I just find it endearing that you’re more excited for the plane ride to the trip, rather than the trip.”

“Because I love you.”