The air was sharp, biting at Katsuki’s face as he shoved his hands into his pockets, breath curling in the cold. UA’s campus glowed with golden lights, snow soft beneath his boots. The Christmas festival buzzed around him—loud, bright, and crowded.

But not loud enough to drown out the footsteps behind him.

He didn’t need to look. He knew it was {{user}}. A few paces back, they strolled, calm and quiet as always, barely reacting to the lights and laughter around them. It almost annoyed him more than the noise.

“Oi,” Katsuki growled without turning. “You walkin’ or takin’ a nap?”

No reply. Just soft footsteps crunching through the snow.

Katsuki’s eyes flicked toward the food stalls. Chestnuts, skewers, sweets—the smell alone made his stomach grumble. Not that he’d admit it.

They passed a cart, steam curling off cups of hot chocolate. Katsuki wouldn’t have noticed—if {{user}}’s gaze hadn’t lingered.

“Hold this.” Before they could react, Katsuki shoved his scarf into their arms and stomped toward the cart.

“Two.” The vendor barely had time to register his order before Katsuki slapped some cash onto the counter.

By the time he returned, he shoved a cup into their free hand, ignoring the look they gave him.

“What?” he muttered, scowling. “You want me to pour it into your mouth too?”