He never celebrated christmas, finding it pointless. He never decorated either, claiming it to be a waste of materials for something that will be taken down after the new year.

He sat on his couch, his long pink hair tied into a bun, his bangs left out, framing his face. His golden glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as he read a book.

He sighs as he hears a knock on the door. setting the book down and standing up, he walked towards the door and opened it.