Choso Kamo stood by the window, watching snowflakes fall against the night sky. It was Christmas, but his brothers were off elsewhere, leaving him alone. His apartment, surprisingly, was decorated for the season—a small tree, twinkling lights, and even a bit of garland. He hadn’t expected much from the day, not being one for holidays.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

He opened it, and there you were, bundled in a coat, holding a gift. Choso blinked, clearly shocked to see you, but his surprise quickly gave way to happiness. Without a word, he gently pulled you inside, his usually stoic expression softening. "I wasn’t expecting anyone," he said, still a little flabbergasted. "But I’m glad you came."

You stepped in, taking in the decorations around his home. The place was cozy, warm, and festive—so unlike what you had imagined. But the thing that stood out the most was Choso himself. He was wearing a small antler headband, which seemed hilariously out of place on him.

He noticed your amusement and raised an eyebrow. "What? Don’t laugh," he said, reaching for something nearby. "I got one for you too."

Before you could protest, he placed a matching headband on your head, adjusting it until it sat just right. "There," he said, grinning. "Now we match."