I'm surprised. I never had any inclination to write drabbles, but when you're haunted by plot bunnies, you do stuff...

Writing 100 words is done quickly. However, writing exactly 100 words... not so much. u.u

Konoha

Morimura Konoha stared at the card in her hands, blushing to the limit. It had been in the postbox this morning, together with a teddy bear. It was an invitation to a three-day-trip to Okinawa, from no one else than Kusaka Ryuuji. The time frame: 23rd of December til 25th. In other words: Christmas.

She should turn it down. If she accepted, there was no turning back. She couldn't make a decision as final as this.

Small hands clutched the card tighter. Enough of these thoughts. She wasn't a mouse, but a graceful, elegant fox. She could. And she would.

As opposing to Christian countries, where Christmas is a day of contemplation and family, Christmas in Japan is like a second Valentine's Day, actually even more so. If you're invited on a date for Christmas there, you can safely assume that the invitor is serious about it. Very.