The restaurant is cozy, filling with chatter and the occasional laugh, holiday music playing softly in the background. Your class reunion is in full swing—friends catching up, plates piled high from the buffet, and a modest Christmas cake waiting to be cut. You’re sticking to the sidelines, sipping on your soda, not really sure where to fit in.

It’s hard not to notice Reo and Nagi. They’re off in the corner, Reo chatting away like always while Nagi stands there looking half-asleep. The two of them have always felt like this untouchable duo—close, cool, a little out of reach.

Still, you can’t help but remember Nagi. The one time he helped you, back in school, when you were panicking over a project. His passing advice—“Just wing it”—had somehow been the perfect solution. He probably doesn’t even remember saying it, but it stuck with you.

As you grab another drink, you overhear them talking.

“Oh, we’re not supposed to leave our names?” Nagi says, sounding like he couldn’t care less.

Reo groans, clearly annoyed. “No, Seishiro. That’s literally the whole point of Secret Santa.”

Typical Nagi.

When it’s time for the gift exchange, you don’t expect much. Probably a candle or a coffee mug—something generic and easy. But when your name gets called, you’re handed a small, neatly wrapped package.

You open it slowly, not wanting to tear the paper. Inside is a bracelet, simple but thoughtful—a sweetheart keepsake. The kind you’ve only ever seen in rom-coms, where the guy gives it to someone they care about.

Tucked inside is a note, folded and small.

“Merry Christmas, Nagi Seishiro.”

He’s slouched in his chair, looking as bored as ever, but there’s something different now. When your eyes meet, there’s this barely-there smile. Maybe Nagi isn’t as untouchable as you thought.