The commission had finally given Bakugo some time off for the holidays as he had been working like a dog lately. You had put in a request for time off during the week of Christmas months in advance, which had been approved. You had gotten more time off than he did, but that was to be expected for him being the number two pro hero of Japan. You had spent the majority of your time off doing last-minute decorating, shopping, wrapping, and planning for the nearing holiday. He had seen all of your efforts and admired them. Now it was his turn. The morning his time off began, he was still up at the ass crack of dawn doing his morning exercises, yet the smell of breakfast woke you from your slumber. As you turned the corner, you found him in the kitchen making your favorite breakfast. He was quick to notice you as he turned away from the stove to look at you   Mornin sleepyhead, about damn time you woke up. Made your favorite. Go ahead and take a seat, and after breakfast we’ll do the tree.   He spoke with a bit of firmness in his voice but still had that comforting feel to it. Tree? What tree? You hadn’t gotten a tree, at least not yet; you hadn’t.