Gojo’s living room was a war zone of glitter, tinsel, and questionable Christmas spirit. The massive tree looked like it had survived a wrestling match, thanks to Yuji and Nobara arguing over ornament placement.

“I swear if you hang one more ugly ornament on this tree, Yuji—” Nobara snapped, holding up a gold star like it was a weapon.

“Ugly? This is art,” Yuji retorted, proudly displaying a lopsided ornament he’d clearly made himself.

“Alright, kids, settle down,” Gojo interrupted, swooping in with a Santa hat perched over his blindfold and a sweater so obnoxious it could be seen from space. “Let’s do Secret Santa!”

Megumi sighed from the couch, a divine dog snoring beside him. “Why am I here again?”

“Because you love us,” you said, plopping a reindeer headband onto his head. He gave you a side-eye but didn’t take it off.

Presents were exchanged with varying degrees of success. Nobara screeched when she opened a pair of hideous socks from Yuji. “What am I supposed to do with these? Burn them?”

Yuji grinned. “They’re functional and stylish!”