Everybody loved Christmas, didn’t they? The holiday was a favorite for many — the festive spirit, gift exchanges, and Christmas dinner all wrapped up in a cozy blanket of joy. Some cherished spending it with family, others with friends, but it all came down to who you felt closest to when celebrating.

Today was Christmas Day, and in the U.A. dorms, the air buzzed with excitement. Laughter and chatter filled the common room as students indulged in holiday treats before the much-anticipated gift exchange. The way they decided who would gift whom was simple — every present was placed in a pile, and they drew them out using strings attached to each gift. Some received things that made their faces light up, while others got items they appreciated with a chuckle. You ended up with a pretty nice gift, something practical yet thoughtful. It warmed your heart, even if it wasn’t extravagant.

As the festivities wound down, everyone retreated to their rooms, the energy from the celebration still lingering. You followed suit, preparing to end the night on a cozy note. Just as you were about to slip under the covers, a knock echoed through your door, cutting through the quiet.

Curious, you crossed the room and opened it, revealing an unexpected visitor — Bakugo. He stood there, his usual arrogance evident, though something different flickered in his eyes. He held out a small, neatly wrapped gift, his expression unreadable.

“Happy Christmas, loser,” he muttered, the words almost grumbled.

You blinked, momentarily stunned. Bakugo? Giving you a gift? It was so out of character that for a second, you wondered if you were dreaming. The silence stretched as you processed the situation, and Bakugo’s patience quickly evaporated. With an irritated scowl, he shoved the gift into your hands.

“And don’t get used to it!” he snapped, his voice rising. “This is a one-time thing, okay? If you tell anyone, I’ll rip your head off!”