•Y/N: Your Name

Your POV:

"Y/N, wake up. I made breakfast," a soft, cheery voice whispers into my ear, causing me to moan in defiance, since I was in the middle of a good sleep. Regardless, I obey the man's request and open my eyes with the scent of something sweet drifting into my nose. I find Chris sitting in front of me with his signature smile gracing his pink lips and lower my gaze on the plate of stacked, fluffy pancakes topped with whipped cream and heavily doused in maple syrup held in his hands. The sight brings a smile to my own face. Looking to the left a bit, I spot another plate of pancakes, which, I assume, belong to him. I push myself up and rub the sleep out of my eyes as the white comforter falls onto my outstretched legs.

"Morning," I mutter before taking the plate from his hand and say a small thank you as I pick up the fork provided. My eyes nearly widen when I recall what day it is, and I quickly add, "Happy Christmas, Chris." I can see the spirit bubble with joy as his excited grin grows larger, sending my heart aflutter as I take a bite of my food. His face had even tinted a light pink that made his faint freckles look more prominent, and, admittedly, it was adorable.

"Happy Christmas, Y/N! Wanna open our presents after breakfast?" Seeing as he could hardly sit still at the thought of opening our gifts, I nod my head while continuing to eat. His cooking is absolutely delicious even though most of the things he makes consist of sugar. I swear, I'll get too fat to move if he keeps this up.

"Sure. I can't wait for you to open yours," I mention, knowing it'd add to his excitement. He could hardly sleep last night trying to guess what I had gotten him. I'm most definitely sure he'll love it.

"Oh, and, after that, maybe we could-" he stops abruptly and flinches, though I'm not sure from what. His smile quickly falls as the light in his eyes grow dim, filling me with concern.

"Chris, you okay?" He shakes his head as if to snap out of it and forces a smile upon his lips.

"Oh, yeah. Never mind. I forgot what I was about to say," he says quickly, causing me to furrow my brows.

'What was that about? It's Christmas. Shouldn't he be happy?' I get no further explanation as he stuffs his face while keeping his eyes away from me. It was odd and out of character, so, obviously, I worried. Seems I'll have to ask upfront about it.

"Is something wrong?" His eyes land on mine as his head snaps up before frantically shaking back and forth, causing his messy hair to sway.

"Oh, no, I'm fine. It's just..." He sighs and bites the inside of his cheek while thinking of a way to word what he's about to say. "Every Christmas, there are people who lose spirit. I can feel that, and I'm just now getting a few of the effects." He forces out a chuckle to disguise his sorrow, but I can see right through it.

'He's in pain, isn't he?'

"Is it bad?" I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't mention this earlier. Whatever is happening, it's dampening his mood when he should be happy. He's been looking forward to today all month— probably all year! He shouldn't be sad. Chris gives a light, airy chuckle.

"Oh, don't worry about it. After all, it's Christmas! J-Just be... be... hap-" his voice lowers in volume as his eyes grow dim before rolling to the back of his head. His body collapses to the side, and his fork and plate slip out of his grasp.

"Chris!?" I get up quickly, setting my plate to the side and grab his face. He had become unconscious, so, to wake him up, I gently tap my fingers against his pale cheek a few times as tears come to my eyes.

'What the hell just happened?! Is he okay?!'

"C-Chris, come on, wake up," I beg. "Please, it isn't funny. We got presents to open remember?" My heart clenches, for his eyes remain sealed shut. Hot tears fall from my eyes and onto his heated face, which feels as though he had a dangerously high fever.

'Should I call a hospital? Would they even be able to do anything? He's not human.'

"Chris... Please, don't leave me," I mutter while covering my mouth to block a sob. He won't wake up and he's hardly even breathing. I rest my forehead against his chest, while my shaking arms wrap around his torso and ball my eyes out on his Christmas sweater. "I don't want to be without you." I nearly jump when a hand is placed on my back and shoot my head up to find half-lidded, light blue eyes staring back at me. A very faint smile paints the spirit's lips and an apologetic look fills his orbs.

"Don't cry, Y/N. I- I'm all right." He then gives that goofy grin of his, but it only made my heart hurt more knowing it was likely forced. He's lying. He's far from okay. There was no concern for himself on his expression only for me, and, for some reason, that made me feel guilty. He shouldn't worry about me at all, he should be concerned about his wellbeing first.

"Stay happy, okay?" Giggling, he brings his hands to my face and tugs at my cheeks a bit to curve the corners of my mouth into a smile. "It helps when you smile." I sigh softly, sitting up a bit with a grip on one of his hands to keep it on my face. His temperature seemed to have cooled down significantly, which is a good sign. For his sake, I form a small smile, but I felt no joy behind it. "Let's go open our gifts now," he suggests while moving my hair away from my face, and my smile falls.

"But-"

"It's fine, really. It happens all the time," he claims while carefully sitting up with a hand against my lower back to keep me steady. With me now placed on his lap, he beams,

"Today's Christmas! No one deserves to be sad on Christmas!" His cheeriness had returned, but, now, he's pretending like that didn't just happen. It wasn't something I wanted to ignore, but, for today, I'd pretend, only because I don't want his favorite holiday to be depressing. He's right; no one should be sad on Christmas. I give the man my best convincing smile and nod my head in agreement. I get up and offer my hand to him to bring him to his feet. He accepts and keeps a hold on my hand as he practically drags me into the living room. I stand in shock with my mouth wide open in awe upon seeing ten times the gifts underneath the beautiful tree.

'Did Chris do this, or does Santa actually exist?' He ushers me to sit beneath the tree before going into the bathroom to wash off the syrup that had gotten all over him from when he passed out and re-emerges dressed in a new sweater colored red with a snowman on the front of it. The spirit plops down beside me on a cushion as I reach in to grab his gift. He should open his first. When I hold it out for him, I find him holding the gift meant for me. He smiles, and I can't help but return it as we exchange the presents. I remove the wrapping on the small box before opening the lid. My eyes widen as I pull out a black case meant to hold jewelry and open it slowly. I cover my mouth upon seeing what's inside.

"Chris, this is... expensive!" I show him the exact same necklace I was admiring in the mall, and he gives a toothy smile

"Well, I thought it'd look pretty on you. Besides, you seemed to like it."

"Yeah, but how could you even afford this?!" He giggles as though what I said was funny.

"I'm magic, Y/N. If I really wanted to, I could make money appear out of thin air." Chris waves his hand, causing lights to form on his fingertips. A wad of money appears in his hand before he holds it out for me to take, but I don't accept the offer; instead, I smile and hug him tight.

"Thank you. You really didn't have to." I pull back, and he waves his hand again to make the money disappear. He then takes the necklace and motions for me to turn around. I move my hair out of the way while facing my back to him before feeling the light chain going around my neck. Warm breath hits the shell of my ear as he leans in to speak.

"I'd happily do anything for you." I naturally tense when soft lips press against my cheek and can feel my face heat up as I bring my fingers to the spot. "Now, I've been dying to know what you got for me!" I turn back around to face him after hearing the sound of ripping paper. I smile and bring my knees to my chest to fold my arms on top of them. He really is a child. Chris lets out an excited screech when a large box is revealed.

"You got me the train set!!! Yes!!! I love you! I love you! I love you!" I yelp as his arm wraps around my shoulders to pull me close. Kisses are placed all over my face in an excessive manner, turning my face a bright red as I try to push him back while laughing.

"Okay, okay! I get it! You love the gift!" He, thankfully, stops, but keeps his face close as I catch my breath.

"I love both you and the gift," he admits while pointing up at the ceiling. I look up and see mistletoe positioned right above us.

'When did that get there?' I blink rapidly when his words finally register in my brain.

'Wait.'

"Oh, you clever son of a b-" I squeak in surprise as lips slam onto mine, cutting off my swear. Unlike the other kisses he had given me, this one was full of passion. It takes a moment for my eyes to flutter close, and, after the shock wore off, I kiss back with the same amount of love. I could hear my heart pounding like a drum in my chest as I grab onto his shoulders before we part. We just stare into each other's eyes with smiles and flustered faces as we catch our breath.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N. You're the best gift I've ever had."

"Hey, you stole that line from me." Chris laughs and kisses my forehead with a hand on the back of my head. I smile and melt into his hold, embracing him with closed eyes. It was silent for awhile, but peaceful, and as I stayed there, I thought to ask, "Chris, I feel like I already know the answer to this, but... C-Can we maybe... be... together? Like, together, together." I can just imagine the big smile on his lips as my face turns redder than a cranberry due to embarrassment.

"Of course we can! I already said I love you, didn't I?" My chin is lifted to meet his lips again. I felt so happy, I could cry. I may have only known Chris for about a month, but he has shown me more kindness and love than anyone I've ever met before. When I'm with him, I feel loved. When I'm with him, I feel like I'm worth something.

"I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas present. I love you, Chris."