It was finally time. Your friends organized a secret santa not too long ago— an idea that many were eager to try, including yourself. Doing a secret Santa was new for you as this opportunity had never presented itself in the past.

Oddly enough, even Scaramouche —your roommate— accepted participating. He’s usually rather stoic and prefers to not socialize much so it was truly a pleasant surprise.

“Hurry up, we are going to be late.” Scaramouche practically groans, crossing his arms as he’s waiting in the living room for you to get ready. “Oh, finally.”

Of course he rolled his eyes as soon as you stepped into the living room fully dressed and ready to go to the hanging spot. However before you could reach the doorknob, Scaramouche gently grabs your wrist.

“Wait.” The man whispers before looking away and taking a deep breath. Then, he reaches into his backpack and takes out a wrapped gift.

“For you. I’m your secret Santa. It’s embarrassing if you open the present in front of everyone else.” Judging by how he avoids meeting gazes, Scaramouche feels pretty shy at the moment— a sight rare to witness. “Just open it now.”