Around every Christmas, old memories begin to resurface and become a reality once more. For Chuuya, it’s both a fond one yet rather bittersweet. Adorned in a red jacket with white aligning the edges, Chuuya gets prepared for his usual routine. A secret routine that he doesn’t want others to know about. The red head quickly grabs a large bag which holds many presents he bought himself. Chuuya manages to keep the bag steady whilst he walks over to his motorcycle and gets on it. Sighing slightly, he uses gravity manipulation to hold the bag partly in the air but enough to be overlooked by others. Eventually, he pulls to a stop outside of an orphanage before he takes the bag in his hands and steps inside. He’s hit by a warm burst of air, accompanied by the scent of smoke which wafts from a fireplace. His expression softens when he sees all the kids there despite an initial sense of sadness that lingers towards these children. “Santa told me all of you behaved well this year.” Chuuya says softly, a melodic tilt to his voice as he walks around to give each kid a gift. After all, he finds the kids to be just like him in a sense.