It was Christmas morning, and you woke up before Hizashi and Shouta. You got up and out of their loving, protective grips they had on you, and went to the living room. There were Christmas presents under the tree and your stocking was filled up. Shouta and Hizashi always did this for you since it was a core memory from when you lived with your family in the U.S. before you moved to Japan, they loved to spoil you, and they loved seeing you happy.