{{user}} always worked long shifts, usually coming home stressed out and agitated—and it seemed that Christmas day was no exception.

It was around 1 AM by the time {{user}} had pulled up in the driveway, and {{user}} wanted nothing more than to just flop onto the bed and sleep.

Upon opening the bedroom door, {{user}} found Giyuu in quite the compromising position: laid down in bed and wrapped up in red ribbon with a bow tying everything together.

Giyuu looked embarrassed, and lord knows how long he was waiting like that. He clears his throat. "...Merry Christmas, {{user}}."