"You really should try to calm down; I promise you it's not going to do any good to be an emotional mess right now."

Makoto paused, and glared with irritation at the young woman whom had spoken to him, and she returned the eye contact, a smirk playing on her lips.

Makoto sighed heavily before breaking eye contact, "You're right of course Mukuro, I just want to make sure this holiday is perfect for her, it's our first one in the new place, and I just want her to see what it's like to have a family here for her, well both of you guys honestly."

Mukuro Ikusaba smiled fondly at the rambling of her sister's boyfriend and placed her hand on top of his.

"And no matter how the food turns out Junko will appreciate it, and we'll always be family, nothing will change that."

"Easy for you to say, your ass won't get dumped if the Tofurky isn't prepared right." Yet despite these self-deprecating words the young man rolled up his sleeves, tightened the strings of his apron, adjusted his Santa hat, and stared furiously at the offending piece of food that sat on their table.

"Have I told you how irritated I am that your sister has decided to not eat meat right before Christmas?"

Mukuro smiled softly at the young man whom had captured her sisters, (and though she would never admit it) her heart as well. He had come into their lives so suddenly, all smiles and platitudes of hope yet he had wormed his way in, and had never left. He had been her friend first, spending their evenings jogging together had allowed the young soldier to see the kind, determined young man whom many people never had the chance to see and she found herself slightly smitten with him.

Junko, on the other hand, had not warmed up to him as quickly, she'd certainly treated him with friendliness, but she'd still kept him at arm's length, she wasn't very comfortable with people and already had had many people try to befriend her because of her occupation. Yet Makoto had been insistent and called Junko his friend, despite the small scowl on her face whenever he did, he'd even given her his number and told her to call if she ever needed anything, she'd rolled her eyes at that.

And then one night it had happened, Junko, then just a small time model, was fired from her agency after her manager had screamed at her, calling her useless and terrible for his brand. She'd walked home sobbing, desperately attempting to call her sister for support, yet after four failed calls she remembered Mukuro was flying home from a business trip and would be out of contact for many hours, with so few friends to call Junko dialed Makotos number, anxiety knotting her stomach and tears streaming down her face. He'd picked up on the second ring and given a cheerful greeting, and Junko found herself paralyzed, unable to speak

"Junko, are you alright?"

She realized that she had been sitting there, with her sobs the only thing that could be heard and mustered up the strength to speak.

"I... I... I just need somebody to talk too, everything's going wrong."

"Gimme just a moment Junko, I'll be right over."

When Mukuro had come home the next day, she was greeted by the sight of Makoto sleeping on the couch, with Junko on his lap.

Since that day the two had been nearly inseparable, going through the highs and lows of life together, Junko had bounced back from her firing, becoming one of the most successful models in the country, Makoto had earned a paying position within the prestigious Togami corporation and Mukuro herself was an incredibly sought after if slightly overworked security consultant, together the three of them had formed a small family, something that the two girls valued more than anything, having grown up without parents. Yet this was the first Christmas that all three of them would be home for the holiday and Makoto had been insistent that he would give the twins a "proper Christmas" something they hadn't objected too.

And now here they were, obsessing over the final details of their Christmas table, waiting for Junko to get home from work. They didn't have to wait much longer; Makoto barely had finished lighting the fireplace when they heard the sound of Junkos key turning the lock.

"Hey guys I'm home, lemme tell you about..."

She stopped dead, and stared with what could only be described as a childlike wonder, her mouth parted in a slight "oh" of surprise as she took in the twinkling lights, the food laden table and in front of it all her boyfriend sheepishly standing and waiting for her reaction.

"Did you do all this?" Junko asked when she finally regained her equilibrium.

"I did, though your sister was a huge help, I just hope that everything is cooked properly and...gackk!"

Makoto was silenced as Junko threw herself forward into his arms, silencing him with a passionate and determined kiss, breaking apart after a short while she giggled.

"Everything is wonderful love; I know that without even checking; now I'm starving so let's eat."

A few hours later, Mukuro had gone to bed, and Makoto and Junko lay together in front of the fire, hands entwined.

"Everything was perfect love; I didn't think Christmas could be this amazing." Junk said, letting out a contented sigh.

"As long as I'm by your side I promise it will be every year." Makoto replied.

Junko snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"I love you darling, Merry Christmas." She said, slowly beginning to doze.

"Merry Christmas to you, my dearest love." Makoto replied, basking in the soft glow of the fire, and a holiday with the one he loved.

A/N: A day late I know, but with everything that's been up with me lately it'll have to do, I'm not 100% happy with this chapter, but I just wanted to write something with a bit of fluff in it. Anyway I hope you guys had a good holiday, I survived mine so I'll call it a win, as always story nonsense and rambles on my blog, Thanks so much for reading I hope you all have a good NYE.