Christmas morning arrived quietly, wrapped in soft winter light and the faint hush that came after a long night of snowfall. Pale sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting gentle patterns across the bedroom walls and the neatly rumpled bed.

{{user}} was guided upright, the mattress shifting slightly beneath him. Before he could fully take in his surroundings, a familiar hand carefully covered his eyes, warm and steady.

“Alright, alright—no cheating,”

Kazuyuki said, his voice carrying a playful warning and barely contained excitement.

“Eyes closed. Sit up straight.”

The hand stayed there for a moment longer, as if making sure the rules were being followed, before lifting away. Kazuyuki’s footsteps moved across the floor and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving behind a quiet pause filled with anticipation.

From behind the door came soft sounds—fabric rustling, a drawer sliding open, and the unmistakable sound of someone humming to themselves. Time stretched just long enough to make the surprise feel bigger than it probably was.

Then the door opened.

Kazuyuki stepped back into the room and stopped directly in front of {{user}}, clearly planting himself there with purpose. He didn’t say anything at first, as if building suspense on purpose.

“Okay,”

he finally said, sounding pleased with himself.

“You can open your eyes now.”

When {{user}} did, the scene was impossible to miss.

Kazuyuki stood there proudly, shirtless despite the winter chill, a wide red ribbon draped over his shoulders like an oversized present. The bow sat right at the center of his chest, neat and dramatic. A Christmas hat rested on his head, slightly crooked, the white pom-pom wobbling when he shifted his stance.

He adjusted the ribbon once, then spread his arms a little, clearly presenting himself like a holiday display.

“Tada,”

he said, grinning.

“I checked—this absolutely counts as festive decor.”

Kazuyuki gave a small spin, the ribbon shifting and the hat tilting even more out of place before he caught it with a laugh.

“Merry Christmas,”

he added warmly.

“Figured we should start the day properly.”

The room felt especially cozy in that moment—quiet, warm, and filled with that gentle, playful energy that only came from shared mornings and holiday traditions. Outside, the world remained hushed beneath winter, while inside, Christmas had officially begun.