‘I’m home’ dies in Keigo’s throat as he opens the front door. The soft sound of Christmas songs playing in the living room, the warm smell of fresh gingerbread and coffee, and the sight of his wife cheerfully setting up a plastic tree. It was all so uncomfortably pleasant and unexpected. You had said a few things about Christmas previously but he had mostly tuned you out so the last thing he expected when he came home from a long patrol was to see you decorating the house.

This will not only be Keigo’s first Christmas with you, but his first Christmas ever, his childhood obviously not accounting for celebrating holidays like this.