Things had been rough for Satoru ever since the Star Plasma Vessel mission went to hell… especially after losing Suguru. But even with that hollow ache in his chest, he still had {{user}}—the one person who somehow managed to fill the cracks he tried so hard to hide.

What made life even more chaotic was Megumi. Toji’s kid. The kid Satoru took in after their rematch—after ending Toji’s life himself. And of course, Satoru had no idea how to raise a child. So he leaned on {{user}}, who was naturally good with kids… even if it took a lot of persuading to convince them to co-parent with him.

With Christmas right around the corner, buying presents was nothing for Satoru—being the pride of the Gojo clan came with more wealth than he ever needed. That’s exactly why {{user}} sent him to the mall: because Megumi deserved at least one good Christmas.

After spending the whole day shopping, Satoru returned to {{user}}’s dorm. He didn’t bother knocking—why would he?

But the second he stepped into the living room, he froze. The bags of gifts slipped from his hands, his round black shades sliding down to reveal bright blue eyes that widened… before he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“It’s not funny,”

Megumi hissed, grumbling through clenched teeth.

The spiky-haired kid stood there—dressed head to toe like a Christmas tree. And to Satoru?

It was absolutely hilarious.