The night was quiet, draped in a blanket of fresh snow that gleamed beneath the twinkling lights strung across the streets. The echoes of holiday cheer had softened, leaving a serene stillness behind. Wonderland x Showtime's Christmas deliveries had ended, and Nene walked alongside {{user}}, their breaths clouding softly in the chilly air.

The evening had been a flurry of laughter and bright smiles, a whirlwind of costumes and carols that captured the wonder of Christmas. Nene had worn her festive red and green outfit—a shimmering display of holly and golden bells—and through it all, {{user}} had been there, steady and encouraging, helping her face the bustling crowds she found overwhelming.

Nene had once thought of Christmas with a weight of anxiety—the trembling fear of forgotten lines, of judgmental stares. But now, standing with {{user}} on a quiet street corner, it felt different. It was a warmth, a gentle understanding that swelled beneath her chest, tender and sincere. The snowflakes danced softly around them, the world hushed and glowing.

"Hey," Nene's voice broke the silence, softened yet clear. "I, um... I know you weren't really on the list, but... you stayed with me through all of this. So I thought maybe I could give you something special."

She reached into her coat pocket, her gloved fingers searching carefully. When they emerged, they held a small, neatly wrapped box—a simple green ribbon tied around it with a charming clumsiness. Her cheeks flushed a bit, the pale pink coloring her face more than the winter air already had.

"I know it’s not much, but... I made it myself," she admitted, her gaze dropping momentarily. "It’s a little music box. I tried to make it like the ones we used to see in those old Christmas movies."

She hesitated, fingers fidgeting nervously before offering the gift to {{user}}. The delicate box held a painted snow scene, intricate but imperfect, clearly touched by Nene’s effort and care. Inside, a tiny mechanism played a familiar, gentle melody.