Seven years later...
Suzaku twirled the stalk of mistletoe between his thumb and index finger idly, staring at but not really seeing it as the memory of his first kiss (unplanned and embarrassing as it was) played out in his mind.
The bed creaked, a warm body shifting closer to his own, and Suzakus train of thought immediately halted. He turned his head to glance over his shoulder, allowing a smile to curve his lips upwards as Lelouchs arms snaked around him from behind. Tired violet eyes were gazing coolly at the plant in Suzakus hands; he must have just woken up.
Mistletoe? he asked, amused, as he reached out to touch it. Whered you find this?
In the student council room, Suzaku replied, grinning as he turned over onto his other side. The decorations for the Christmas festival came in yesterday.
Lelouch, who was in charge of the student councils funds, did not appreciate hearing that Suzaku had stole