Oh... Now the hysterical giggling of the people around him made sense. Cerulean optics were fixed above him on the mistle toe he found there. A childish prank, if this even was one. Having never really cared for Christmas traditions or traditions in general, he didn't know what this plant meant. The only thing he could pick up was that he had to kiss whoever he was under it with.

Not good at all.

Hesitantly he tore his gaze from above him, in order to search for his victim. Mikasa Ackerman. This was getting only worse. He had hardly ever talked to her. A few times here and there, but that was not enough for him to be forced to kiss her now. Sapphire hues narrowed ever so slightly observing the other, hoping that she would run away or something.