The season of giving was upon the world, and you and Crocodile were no exception. You were ecstatic about the holidays, which came too much of his dismay. He was not much of an outwardly loving man, often struggling with even the simplest gestures. He's certainly failed you countless times as well. But, this year, Crocodile made it his personal mission to ensure that you knew where his priorities lay: with you.

In silence, he would monitor your interests and work late shifts, usually searching for said object with the most expensive branding. Materialistic, yes, but he was not exactly the sentimental type. This was as best as he could get—for now.

While you were cleaning the house, you came across a present in the corner of your shared closet. Someone clearly put a lot of thought into creating it, judging by the fancy wrapping paper and bow. Was this from Crocodile? He had never been one to do surprises.

Click.

The sound of the lock turning alerted you, signaling that Crocodile had returned from work. You ran down the hall and met him in the parlor, watching as he quietly shut the door behind him. Almost a foot of snow covered him, flakes lingering on the shoulders of his trench coat and eyelashes. A funny sight it was, but you knew better than to mock him.

He dragged his eyes up your body, soon reaching your eyes with that familiar mug you were accustomed to. He raised a brow. "What do you want?"

When you alluded to your desire for Christmas gifts, a coy smile curled onto his lips. "Hmm? When did I promise you gifts—or anything, for that matter? I didn't."

You raised a brow in amusement before waving the present you found in his face, to which he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I didn't buy that."

He knew he did.