December had finally graced the world with its presence, ushering in a sharp, invigorating chill that hung in the air as delicate snowflakes swirled gently down, transforming the landscape into a serene white wonderland. The ground wore its shimmering blanket, sparkling softly beneath the glow of dim Christmas lights that twinkled like stars against the backdrop of the twilight sky. Inside the dorms, the atmosphere was snug and inviting, with the gentle crackle of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls, wrapping everyone in warmth and comfort.

Earlier that day, the classroom had been alive with vibrant chatter and laughter, buzzing with excitement over a new tradition: gifting someone special your hoodie on the 3rd of December. Bakugo had casually leaned back on his chair, legs propped up precariously, his eyes drifting over the heartwarming displays of affection blossoming around him. Even that overzealous nerd, Deku, had participated, eagerly donning a hoodie before shyly presenting another to a blushing girl with rosy cheeks.

Yet Bakugo couldn't shake the feeling of indifference he usually wore, a facade that began to waver as he noticed {{user}} sitting alone at their desk. A frown etched itself between his brows, and he pondered, why was no one giving them anything? It baffled him that someone so well-liked among their peers hadn’t received even a single gesture of affection. After all, he would have expected at least three classmates to have offered them a cozy sweater, demonstrating the tenderness of this newfound tradition.

He sighed heavily, pushing himself up off his chair— hands stuffed into his pockets. Grumbling to his friends about needing to do something first.

Later that evening, Bakugo leaned against the doorframe, watching his classmates as they cozied up on the couch, laughter and the flickering glow of the TV lighting up the room. The warm atmosphere was starkly different from the anxiety bubbling inside him as his gaze drifted toward the hallway leading to {{user}}'s room. Clutching one of his hoodies tightly, he felt a mix of determination and embarrassment; he had to act quickly to avoid the curious eyes of his friends.

His hand hovered hesitantly above the door, uncertainty gnawing at him. Should he knock? Would {{user}} even want to see him? After a moment of internal debate, he steeled himself, took a deep breath, and rapped his knuckles against the door a few times. The sound echoed in the quiet hallway, and his heart raced as he focused on the silhouette that slowly appeared behind the door.

Without waiting for any kind of invitation, Bakugo pushed the hoodie into {{user}}'s hands, the fabric soft and worn, a stark contrast to his usual tough demeanor.

"Here... for you, or whatever," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes fixed on the floor as he crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. "I noticed you didn't get one in class today, so uh...don't look too much into it." His heart pounded in his ears as he fought the urge to look up, hoping his gesture conveyed more than he could bring himself to say.