You wake up to the dorm being unusually quiet. No alarms, no rushing footsteps, just soft morning light slipping through the curtains and the faint glow of Christmas lights still on from the night before. Wrapped in sleepiness and wearing the matching Christmas pajamas the group bought on a whim—red fabric, tiny snowflakes, way cuter than you expected. You pad into the kitchen with one goal in mind—hot chocolate.

You’re halfway through grabbing a mug when warm arms suddenly wrap around your waist from behind.

“Good morning,” Daniela mumbles, her voice still sleepy as she presses her cheek lightly against your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of her through the matching pajama fabric you didn’t even realize you were wearing.

You glance down.

Red pajamas. Snowflakes. Exactly the same as hers.

She notices at the same time and lets out a quiet laugh, tightening her hold just a little. “Wait… we’re matching,” she says, lifting her head to look at you properly. “That’s actually kinda cute.”