Grantaire likes to listen to loud music with headphones on and dance in his boxers when he’s alone. One time he accidentally left his front door unlocked while doing so and Enjolras walked in and saw him. Enj watched from the doorway for a good 5 minutes before R noticed him.
He might have never seen Enjolras face, but his voice was so warm and full of passion that he instantly creates a crush on the guy. He later asks his friends to describe Enjolras and he only gets answers like “he is the sun” or “he’s like burning fire”, and the more Grantaire spends time with him, the more he understands why his friends described Enjolras like they did. When he finally touched Enjolras face he let out a soft gasp. The man was perfect, for all he knew. Grantaire was in love, so deep in love. The first time they kissed, Grantaire could swear his heart was going to escape his chest.
You see, nobody loves the light like the blind man
Okay but what if Grantaire is a ghost because his pessimistic ass never let him completely move on from earth. And in comes Enjolras, the new owner of the apartment he used to live in. How full of life, hope, and joy he is.
And Grantaire falls undeniably in love with a human who does not know he exists.
Enjolras fucking sucks at wrapping presents. He shows up on Christmas with a box that has balled up paper taped to it. It’s not even one sheet of paper. He forgets to measure the present to the paper and ends up using five sheets that are too small to cover the gift. There’s tape everywhere. It’s a mess. He’s a mess.
It’s not that Enjolras hates Christmas, he just hates capitalism and the holiday trap it sets on society. He’s not a huge fan of the Christian aspect or the religious erasure either, if he’s being really honest.
But the holiday cheer, now that’s something he can get behind.
He’ll go out of his way to make sure his friends have an amazing holiday season. He’ll cook them dinner and host their annual party. He’ll treat his friends to their morning coffee or spend a day with them and show his friendship by doing things they like. He’ll knit them hats and scarves.
However, he never buys anything commercialized. He doesn’t go out of his way to pay for the capitalist vacuum that has solidly claimed the month of December.
Except the one time he does. It’s a very strong internal debate of the capitalist kind, but he buys Grantaire a ring.
And when he sees the band on his fiance’s finger every day after that, he can’t help but think that for his first Christmas gift, it’s well picked.