All of those Christmas trees, people, holidays… It… That's not his bowl; he just doesn't like it. Too loud, too not that, too... Too annoying. But what to do if you're such a person? You know how to get him to agree.

Grabbing him under your arm and dragging him out of U.A., you went towards the city, people walking around in a rush, New Year, late gifts, early ending work shifts, people rushing home.

Walking through the snowy streets, you two went up to a cafe, a cat cafe. Usual and expected surprise for him. Quietly entering, you sat down and immediately looked at the kittens, grown-up cats. There weren't a lot of people, the workers, you, and some teens who went inside to warm up and hide from the busy streets.

Happily sitting there, you slid a gift towards him, earning a judging and unpleased look. He didn't want to accept it; he didn't prepare anything for you, and he hated being in debt.

Spending some time there soon, you two left since the cafe was closing up. Leaving, you patted the cats for the last time this year and went out, walking through the cold and snowy streets. He somehow accepted your gift, not wanting to hurt your feelings; you still cared about him. And now here you were, standing under a lit-up Christmas tree in the city, looking at people around. He hesitated, looking at you; the look in your eyes was undeniably... nice. It felt so nice to see you this happy, like a child, enjoying lights around you. He sighed and looked towards you, stepping a bit closer, making you look at him in confusion for just a moment as he leaned down with slightly reddish cheeks, pressing his lips over your own. Suddenly the time stopped; people didn't matter anymore; everything that mattered right now was you. He was your Christmas gift. Only you two mattered at this evening, only his warm breath on your lips mattered, only you. Only this gift, only now. He would't trade this moment for anything else.