Christmas mornings were peaceful, nights were when people celebrated after all. That was until you met Dazai.

Nestling inside the warm blanket while the cold breeze of winter would hit the window every now and then, your head on the comfortable pillow as you delved deep into your slumber. However, footsteps could be heard breaking the silence before a man, supposedly wearing a Santa costume, slammed the door open and barged into the room.

"Merry Christmas, sleepyhead!"

Dazai sing-songed, his voice yanking you out of your sleep as he marched to the bed, holding a box in his hands.