The headquarters felt… unusually festive, even if quietly so. Faint Christmas music drifted through the room, carefully controlled by Hirotsu and Tachihara, who exchanged mild glances over the volume as if it were a tactical operation.

Kouyou sat elegantly beside Mori, sipping wine with quiet composure, while Elise enthusiastically showed her drawings to Q, who stared at them with polite fascination.

In the middle of the room was Dazai and Chuuya squabbling loudly over a single gift, each claiming the other “obviously” didn’t deserve it. Akutagawa, clutching a small package from Gin, allowed himself the faintest, almost imperceptible smile, a rare softness breaking through his usual stoicism.

Dazai, mid-argument with Chuuya, finally pivoted toward you, holding out another gift with a teasing grin.

“Don’t mind that idiot,” he hummed, This one’s all yours.”