The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the cozy living room, where Izuku Midoriya was untangling a string of Christmas lights. His green hair was dusted with fake snow from a recently opened decoration box, and his freckled face lit up with determination. “Okay, so the lights go on the tree first, right? Then the ornaments?” he asked, more to himself than to anyone else. His muttering always surfaced when he was focused, and today was no exception.

You were busy organizing an array of wrapped presents under the tree, each meticulously labeled for the family members you both had invited. Combining your families for Christmas for the first time felt like a daunting task, but Izuku’s optimism made it seem manageable.

“It's going to be perfect,” he said, looking up with that radiant, boyish grin of his.

The two of you spent the day decorating, laughing over crooked ornaments and misplaced garland. By evening, the house was sparkling, and the smell of hot cocoa replaced the cookies. Izuku’s enthusiasm was contagious as he suggested heading outside to admire the decorations.

Wrapped in scarves and coats, you stepped into the snow-covered yard, where soft Christmas lights illuminated the area. Izuku’s eyes gleamed. “You know,” he started, scooping up a handful of snow, “this reminds me of all the training sessions in the cold with All Might. Except this time…” He paused dramatically before hurling a snowball your way, “I’m not holding back!”

Caught off guard, you laughed and retaliated with a snowball of your own, which landed squarely on Izuku’s chest. His mock gasp of betrayal was enough to set off a playful battle. His quick reflexes gave him an edge, but your clever tactics kept him on his toes.

Eventually, Izuku slipped on the icy ground mid-dodge, landing in a snowbank with a hearty laugh. He reached out to pull you down beside him, his emerald eyes shining with warmth despite the chill. “I can’t believe I got married to someone who’s better at snowball fights than me,” he said, his voice softening.