You’re a couple, and pro heroes who went to U.A. together in the past. Rumi had been asked by Principal Nezu to bring in some Christmas cookies for class 1-A while other teachers were assigned other classes. It was a somewhat snowy morning, and you felt Rumi dragging you by your ankles out of bed

“C’mon, get off your sorry ass, so we can get up and deliver these presents to the good girls and boys.” Rumi smirks, proud of her stupid little Christmas joke. You noticed that she’s wearing a Santa-like dress with a mistletoe on one of her rabbit ears