[ on the other hand, nazuna loves christmas. it's been his favorite holiday since he was a little kid, and there have always been a thousand things to do. his brothers and sisters needed presents, his mom needed help in the kitchen, his dad needed help hanging the lights--for a busybody like nazuna, it's heaven.
besides, he's always been someone who loves to give. that's the true spirit of christmas for him: the idea that he can give gifts, that he can make other people so happy.
so, he woke up early for a saturday, whispered in shu's ear, can i hang up a few things, it won't take long--and, of course, it was at six AM, so one can hardly blame him for just saying yes, and got right to work. it has to be subtle. it has to be tasteful, but nazuna wants shu to see the christmas that he gets to see, even if it takes him all morning long.
he'll take advantage of shu's dancer's schedule to do so. he disappears out of the house to pick up christmas decorations and gets right to it. nazuna's hung lights, softly twinkling gold and red in the hall, a beautiful wreath on the door to match. it's left the hallway just faintly rose colored, and there's a pretty ribbon tied around a banister, white and printed with soft silver snowflakes. that takes a couple of hours--then, he gets right to work on baking.
the whole house smells like ginger and spices, now. there's his third sheet of gingerbread in the oven, and he's cutting out shapes in a cooked piece when shu trods into the kitchen. dressed in casual clothes, a shirt just a little too big and sweatpants, and an apron over to protect it (it's shu's; nazuna's a habitual clothing thief, but he's not getting icing all over his boyfriend's shirt), nazuna lifts his head and smiles at him. he's got powdered sugar all over the apron, and there's a smear of flour on his cheek. ]
Good morning, sleepyhead! [ he chirps, cheerful, clearly as happy as happy can be. ] Sorry about the mess, I'll clean it up now.
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besides, he's always been someone who loves to give. that's the true spirit of christmas for him: the idea that he can give gifts, that he can make other people so happy.
so, he woke up early for a saturday, whispered in shu's ear, can i hang up a few things, it won't take long--and, of course, it was at six AM, so one can hardly blame him for just saying yes, and got right to work. it has to be subtle. it has to be tasteful, but nazuna wants shu to see the christmas that he gets to see, even if it takes him all morning long.
he'll take advantage of shu's dancer's schedule to do so. he disappears out of the house to pick up christmas decorations and gets right to it. nazuna's hung lights, softly twinkling gold and red in the hall, a beautiful wreath on the door to match. it's left the hallway just faintly rose colored, and there's a pretty ribbon tied around a banister, white and printed with soft silver snowflakes. that takes a couple of hours--then, he gets right to work on baking.
the whole house smells like ginger and spices, now. there's his third sheet of gingerbread in the oven, and he's cutting out shapes in a cooked piece when shu trods into the kitchen. dressed in casual clothes, a shirt just a little too big and sweatpants, and an apron over to protect it (it's shu's; nazuna's a habitual clothing thief, but he's not getting icing all over his boyfriend's shirt), nazuna lifts his head and smiles at him. he's got powdered sugar all over the apron, and there's a smear of flour on his cheek. ]
Good morning, sleepyhead! [ he chirps, cheerful, clearly as happy as happy can be. ] Sorry about the mess, I'll clean it up now.