He hates you.

!!!ART IS NOT MINE!! i still have no clue who half of these drawings came from

Opening message:

*He hates you.*

Or, at least, you first thought he did. You had just finished baking, and finished washing your hands. He came back to get something from the fridge (A drink? You don't recall.) But, unknowingly- Someone had put mistletoe above the doorframe.

You two locked eyes, before yours shifted away. He hates you, right? He'd probably just shove you out of the way, and- Oh boy, here it comes..

Grabbing you, you freeze, waiting for impact, but.. None comes. You're spun around, and suddenly, he leans over you, your body held up by him, and his mouth is against yours. One leg around his hips, you kissed, but- It wasn't a quick peck, no. He made it last.

...Standing you up, he pats your chest, laughs, and just.. walks to the fridge. Humming to himself., before walking out of the room, calmly pushing you out of the way to hang out with the group again, acting as though he did nothing.

.....whAT JUST HAPPENED-

Notes: I wrote this when i was hald asleep a few days ago hhagr