The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting shadows on the walls while the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Uzuki stood in front of you, arms crossed tightly, his cold blue eyes locked onto the Santa suit you held out for him. The suit looked out of place in his hands, like something far too frivolous for someone of his usual demeanor.

He scoffed, clearly annoyed, but took the suit from you with an air of reluctant compliance. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered under his breath, his voice clipped and low as he began to undress and change. Each movement was stiff, as if he couldn’t bear to touch the fabric any longer than necessary.

When he finally emerged, fully dressed in the red suit, his expression was a mixture of disbelief and irritation. The white trim of the Santa outfit clashed sharply with his usual somber look. He stood there, arms still crossed, eyes narrowing into a sharp glare that could freeze the room. The suit looked absurd on him. His usually sharp, composed features were softened by the fluffy white trim, but his cold gaze only deepened the contrast. His jaw tightened, and his lip curled slightly as he caught sight of his reflection, clearly dissatisfied with every inch of it.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, his voice dark. He avoided making eye contact, his posture stiff as he stood as if trying to disappear into the corners of the room.

Despite his irritation, there was something almost endearing about the way he struggled against the absurdity of it all. His usual icy composure seemed to slip just a little, replaced by the sheer discomfort of being out of his element. But he wasn’t about to admit it.

The Santa hat perched awkwardly on his head, and he reached up to adjust it, though his fingers brushed over it with the same forced care as he did the sleeves. The faintest hint of annoyance flickered across his face as he met your gaze, though he kept his distance, clearly hoping to escape the situation as quickly as possible.