Jolly Old Osamu (World Trigger)
Summary: Osamu dresses as Santa Claus to deliver presents for his friends, but things don't exactly pan out the way he expected.
A/N: My brain saw "World Trigger" and "Santa Claus" and IMMEDIATELY envisioned Osamu doing exactly what he's doing here. It's totally silly but hey - it's Christmas! Enjoy! ^^
The door to the living room burst open, and Osamu dressed in red entered with a flourish and a dramatic, “Ho-ho-ho!”
At first he was greeted with silence, but then Chika burst into hysterical giggles, taking in the sight of him dressed so silly and acting so silly. Yuma and Hyuse just stared, not sure what to make of whatever was happening here.
Osamu blushed beneath his white beard but decided to commit.
“Merry Christmas!” he declared, stomping into the living room where the tree was set up in one corner, plopping his black trash bag (he hadn’t had a red velvet one) full of already-wrapped gifts beside it. He stood with his hands on his hips and looked right at Chika. “I’ve brought presents for you and your friends, Miss Amatori! I know you all have been very good this year!”
Chika barely caught her breath enough to sputter, “I c-can’t take you seriously like that, Osamu!”
Chuckling nervously, Osamu pulled off his hat and beard, adjusting his glasses when they came slightly askew. “Too much?”
“You’re so silly,” she laughed, getting up from her spot on the couch to hug him.
“What exactly are you trying to be?” Hyuse asked, giving him an ever-stoic look. “Some kind of odd Earth monster?”
“I think he’s trying to be Santa Claus,” Yuma offered, recalling the season he’d spent with them last year learning about all of the various elements of the holiday called Christmas. “Is that it, Osamu?”
“Yeah, but uh…I don’t think it’s really my thing.” Osamu tossed his beard on the ground and plopped onto the couch, Chika at his side. “Mostly I was just trying to get your presents under the tree. Since I can’t really do it sneakily, I figured I might as well be grand about it.”
“You have presents for us? Really?” Chika asked, eyeing the giant bag. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he told her. “Truly. It’s been a long year, and we’ve all put in a lot of hard work. You guys especially. I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you.”
Chika smiled up at him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. “I have something for you, too.”
“What? You do?” Osamu was genuinely surprised. He’d wanted to do something special for his teammates and friends, but he hadn’t thought any of them would do the same. Christmas or not, they’d all been busy – and two of the four of them weren’t well-versed in many holiday traditions to begin with. When had she had the time?
“It’s not much,” she told him. “Not compared to how much you did for us.”
“Are there gifts for everyone in there?” Yuma asked.
Osamu nodded. “Yeah. For you guys and for the rest of the Tamakoma branch.”
“Of course. He’s part of the team now.”
Hyuse eyed the bag with disinterest and said nothing.
Yuma’s eyes flicked from the bag to Osamu, who looked very different in his bright red coat and pants. The Neighbor was so used to seeing him either in Tamakoma’s signature blue or his casual darker, subdued tones that it felt odd to see him in something so vibrant. He tilted his head. “Santa Claus laughs a lot, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah. He’s jolly old Saint Nick for a reason,” Osamu replied with a smile.
Chika giggled. “Never mind, Yuma. The point is, he’s always a happy person! It’s one of his defining features.”
Osamu hesitated. “Are you saying I’m not happy enough to be playing Santa?”
“Not at all,” she replied, poking his side teasingly. “Though you should smile more often. It suits you.”
“U-Um…” The captain suddenly felt nervous. “I don’t know…”
Chika gave him a sweet smile before gently tickling his sides through his red coat, making him curl up and grin widely, trying to push her away without hurting her. Yuma’s eyes lit up at the sight and he hurried to help her, reaching for Osamu’s ribs from the other side.
“W-Wait, no!” Osamu yelped, squirming between the two of them, embarrassment flaring up at the few giggles he was letting slip free. “Guys, wait!”
“Wait for what?” Yuma asked, slowing to a stop while Chika continued.
Well, that was a response Osamu hadn’t been expecting. Flustered, he tried pushing his assailant’s hands away, doing his best to keep his mirth under control. Thank goodness he wasn’t overly ticklish in most places, plus the added benefit of the Santa outfit protecting him. “J-Just…I don’t need you to tickle me to get me to smile…”
Yuma shrugged, going back to tickling anyway, catching him off-guard enough that he yelped again and fell back into the couch cushions, giggling when the Neighbor got a little too close to his armpit. “Nohohohohoho! Wait, d-don’t—! Please, wahahahahahait!”
Chika beamed at Yuma, who beamed right back. The both of them descended with renewed energy, pinning their captain to the couch and tickling gently all over his torso and into his underarms, grinning at the quiet huffs of laughter and unstoppable squirming they were causing. Hyuse watched for a bit, then decided he was tired of all this silliness and left them to it, going off to find Yotaro.
“Plehehehehehease! Let me gohohohohoho!” Osamu giggled, flustered beyond belief, embarrassed to have been rendered helpless so quickly.
Then again, Chika’s happy giggles were almost enough to make it worth it. “There’s our jolly old Saint Nicholas!”
Yuma said, “I thought it was Saint Nick?”
Osamu found that he ended up laughing more at his friend’s continued confusion than anything else – though the incessant tickling definitely ensured he never stopped smiling.
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