Snow blanketed the sprawling estate {{user}} called home, twinkling lights illuminating the mansion like a winter fairytale. Class 1-A was stunned by the invitation—it was rare for their aloof classmate to extend such gestures, and spending Christmas at her mansion was both exciting and unexpected.

Inside, the students marveled at the elegant decor. They had never seen {{user}} out of her usual reserved state, with her neat ponytail and sharp suits, but tonight she’d opened her home and offered a glimpse into a side of herself they rarely saw.

The dining hall was magnificent, with a long table adorned with sparkling decorations and a feast that rivaled any royal banquet. Laughter and chatter filled the air.

After dinner, she excused herself to handle the dishes. “Stay out of trouble,” she said, glancing at Mina, who pretended to look offended.

As {{user}} worked in the kitchen, her mother entered the dining hall with a stack of photo albums. “I thought you’d like to see a side of {{user}} you’ve probably never imagined.”

The class perked up instantly.

“Are these old photos?” Izuku asked.

“Oh, not just any old photos,” her mother replied. “These are from when she was... very different.”

The first album opened to pictures of a younger {{user}}, wearing vibrant floral dresses that flowed like petals. Her long hair was styled in intricate braids or elegant updos adorned with ribbons and flowers. She laughed in almost every shot—sometimes mid-spin in a garden, other times at a lavish party.

“She used to laugh so much,” Ochako said, holding a picture of {{user}} doubled over with tears of laughter.

Denki stared at another photo of {{user}} twirling in a field of flowers. “Wait, this is the same {{user}} who always wears suits and barely smiles?”

“She was so different,” Izuku murmured. “But beautiful then... and now."