#itadori.fluff

Initially, you weren't too keen on putting up the Christmas tree in November, but now you wouldn't have it any other way. Anything to see the ways his puppy-dog eyes sparkle as he hops around the house, singing along to a Christmas song he put on in the living room.

Anything to have him take you on impromptu ice-skating trips, or dance around the kitchen as you bake Christmas cookies, or the cute way he always insists on lifting you up to put the star on top of the tree. Christmas is Itadori's favorite season, and soon  it's yours too.

Your friends think you're insufferable with the way your apartment looks like a Hallmark store by the time Halloween is over. They think you're insane with the mistletoe hung above every doorway – which has led to some interesting situations. Itadori's friends have accepted it at this point, unable to squash the sunshine that radiates from the pink puffball. And Itadori, well, he's as happy as he could ever be to see you dressed up in the ugliest Christmas sweater he can buy you every year.

This year is different, though. This year Itadori seems unusually … chipper.

And you've asked around, wondering if maybe there was a new movie he wanted to see. Or maybe there was a particularly wretched sweater on sale, or maybe Nobara had invited you him to her New Years' party again, even after what happened last time. But still, nothing. Everything was overwhelmingly normal, and while Itadori was usually a happy person, you could help but feel curious as to what had been making him so happy.

It wasn't until Christmas Eve, as you were sitting at dinner, the thought completely forgotten, that you would find out. It wasn't until as you were munching happily on a cinnamon carrot that Itadori said he had a surprise, abruptly leaving the table, leaving you confused with half-chewed food in your mouth.

It wasn't until later still, while you and your puffball lay on the couch, sipping wine and listening to some soft music, that you faintly wondered if you had any reason to worry.

You were absently admiring the Christmas tree, all blues and yellows, and reds, and wondered if you had ever been happier than this. You lay your head on his chest, only to feel shuffling and an arm moving around behind you. Soon he lay still and sighed contentedly, moving your face to look towards him as he stared lovingly into your eyes.

A kiss kere, an I love you there.