His cheeks were starting to warm and he suddenly felt restless and insecure, self-conscious and not knowing what to do or say. But still, he couldn't look away. He was frozen; the simple action of turning his head already seeming like an impossible task. But then his golden eyes locked with Kuroo's dark ones and without really understanding why, he knew what he wanted.

In which Chuutarou questions Santa's existence, Soramaru firmly denies it and Tenka is out to prove Soramaru wrong, by dressing up as Santa and getting Soramaru to help him. Or in which Soramaru and Tenka act like the huge dorks they are, Chuutarou is the precious little cinnamon roll he is and everyone gets presents and laughs, like they should be.

His smile- How could it look so similar- Yet so different?

Sometimes, you couldn't really see it and all you saw was whatever was on the other side – that one thing that you wanted to reach no matter what. But the moment your hand was outstretched and ready to grab it, your fingertips brush only the barrier's see-through but solid walls and that's when you realize just how close you are, yet just how far away as well.