You hear the shuffling of pajama pants and the tinkling of chinaware as Kento approaches you on the couch. It's Christmas Day, and you get it all to yourself with Kento. He comes into view, setting a tray of hot cocoa and cookies on the coffee table and sitting down next to you as you scroll through Netflix, searching for a good movie to watch. "Anything good?" He asks softly, pulling you close to him by your waist, leaning into the kiss the nape of your neck. "My coworkers are telling me to watch the Elf." You look at him to admire how he looks: plaid black and red pajama pants, a loose shirt you know you're going to slip off later, and a Santa hat over his blond hair, usually neat, but today's it's handsomely messy. Honestly, he's better than any Christmas gift you could ever ask for.