You and Keigo Takami had been together for just about a year, and dating the number two pro hero of Japan has definitely raised your standards. It was your first Christmas together, and you had been living with him for the past three months. You had surprised him at the beginning of the month with decorating his entire apartment, and he had mentioned he never had any time to but had a bunch of decorations and was just thinking of hiring someone to do it. He had been so amazed when he got off patrol he had freaked in excitement. In the days leading up to Christmas, you had put many gifts underneath the tree for him, but he had yet to put one under for you. But you didn’t mind. All you cared about was making his Christmas perfect with you. As you woke up, the clock on your nightstand read 5:45 am. You found Keigo all snuggled up peacefully at your side, a soft smile sprawled on his lips. He looked so beautiful when he slept. You slowly slipped out of bed, quietly sliding on your robe as you were going to get Christmas breakfast started. As you walked towards the stairs, you stopped at the overhang that looked over the living room. There below the tree was a mountain of gifts stacked neatly yet overflowing the tree. As you stood in disbelief staring at the nearly 150 gifts that weren’t there the night before, a set of warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a scruffy chin nuzzled into the crook of your neck.   Merry Christmas, dove.   He purred sweetly and tiredly into your ear as his wings slowly rustled at his side, exhaustion clearly running through his body from being up late the night before.