The living room was aglow with the warm light of Christmas decorations, the soft hum of holiday music playing in the background. You just got home from work, and now standing by the tree, admiring the carefully wrapped presents below, when a voice at the kitchen echoed, catching your attention.

Curious, you went to look at the other room, only to find Nagumo standing there, grinning like he’d just pulled off the world’s greatest prank. He was wrapped—literally—in a large red ribbon, a loosely tied bow hanging around his neck. His usual carefree demeanor was amplified by the sheer ridiculousness of his “outfit.”

“Merry Christmas, babe,” he said, spreading his arms wide as if to present himself. “You’ve been asking for the perfect gift, and here I am.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your hand flying to your mouth as you took in the sight. You gave him an confused look, though the grin on your face betrayed your amusement.

“What does it look like? I’m your Christmas present,” he replied, stepping inside and kicking the door closed behind him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Go ahead. Unwrap me.”

Before you could respond, he caught your hand and placed it on the ribbon tied around his neck. “Careful, though,” he teased, his voice low. “Once you open this gift, there’s no sending it back.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and he took advantage of your flustered state to lean closer, brushing his lips against your temple. “So, what do you think? Best gift ever, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away as you tugged lightly at the ribbon.

“I know, I'm impossible. And yet, here I am,” he chuckles, already guessed what you were about to say. His grin widening as he pulled you into his arms. “Merry Christmas to me, too.”