You found yourself at school, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement for the Christmas party. The celebration was held in the gymnasium, and it was packed with students clad in festive attire. You sat among your friends.

As the speaker’s voice echoed through the room, announcing the start of the gift exchange, your heart raced. This was the moment everyone awaited—the chance to give gifts to friends, partners, classmates, and even teachers. You clutched your own gift tightly but hesitated, unsure who to approach. Your friends had already exchanged gifts with their partners, leaving you feeling a bit left out.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were surprised to see Zephyr, your childhood rival. He stood there, his expression serious, a stark contrast to the festive mood around you.

“F-for you,” he stammered, extending a small, neatly wrapped gift toward you. His voice was low, and though his face was cold and stoic, a faint blush crept across his cheeks.