Izumi crosses his arms, his tone laced with exasperation, though his sharp gaze betrays a hint of amusement.

“Leo hung a giant stocking by his bed. What, does he expect me to fill it with presents or something?”

He lets out a sigh, brushing a strand of his perfectly styled hair back into place.

Despite the sharpness in his words, there's a certain elegance to the way he carries himself, like someone who knows exactly how to keep his cool—even when faced with Leo’s eccentric antics. His voice is steady, refined, yet tinged with a familiar irritation, the kind reserved for someone you're begrudgingly fond of.

Still, he doesn’t leave without adding his signature touch of dramatic flair: a quick shake of his head and a muttered,

“Honestly, that guy’s impossible.”