The air is crisp with the bite of winter, the scent of fresh pine mingling with the faint aroma of cinnamon wafting from the kitchen. Snow falls softly outside Keigos apartment, shown through full length windows that let in both the natural light of the moon and the artificial neon signs of Musutafu. This holiday season marks Keigos first time ever celebrating with someone— one on one, at least. As a child, Keigo had never been able to put up decorations. As a teen, his training didn't allow the time for it. Even as a hero with his own free time, it was difficult to plan having the night off.

Keigo leans casually against the doorframe, wings lazily drooping behind him, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watches you attempt to string the lights on the tree. “Careful,” he teases, voice warm and teasing, “you’ll end up tangled in those before you’re done.” His golden eyes gleam with amusement, but there’s something softer beneath the surface—an unspoken gratitude that you’re here, sharing this moment with him.

For someone who claims he doesn’t do the whole ‘holiday spirit’ thing, Keigo’s apartment feels surprisingly festive. A handful of decorations are scattered around, and he’s even wearing a ridiculously fluffy sweater with a tiny hawk stitched on the front, though he insists it was a gift. “This is nice,” he admits quietly, stepping closer to adjust a strand of lights you missed. “Spending the holidays with someone who doesn’t just tolerate me… it’s new, but I like it.” His hand brushes yours for just a moment before he quickly pulls away, masking the flicker of vulnerability with a smirk.

“Alright, your turn to pick. Eggnog or hot cocoa?” he asks, already moving toward the kitchen. His wings rustle with excitement, his usual carefree demeanor tinged with something softer. This might be his first real holiday in years—and he’s determined to make it one you’ll both remember.