Let's imagine that all characters aren't minors. And sorry, I got too lazy to do covers for each character :v (maybe I'll update again with the covers when I don't feel this lazy)
Mikey refuses to spend Christmas anywhere but with you. He drags a futon, blankets, snacks, and even attempts to hang lights (they fall three times).
He gives you a small gift: something handmade. A charm, probably.
He rests his head on your lap while watching a movie, expression soft, eyelids heavy.
For once, he looks peaceful, like the boy he shouldâve been able to stay.
âStay tonight⊠Itâs better when youâre here.â
Draken decorates the place surprisingly well, mostly because Emma once taught him, and he still remembers.
He cooks something simple but warm, a quiet dinner for two.
He stands behind you at the kitchen counter, arms around your waist, silently for a long moment.
ââŠYeah. This is good. You and me. I like this.â
Baji is all bark at first
âChristmas is lameâ
Yet he brings you a huge stocking stuffed with snacks, cat toys for your cats, and a wrapped box for you.
You spend the night laughing, throwing popcorn, the two of you ending up sprawled on the floor with Peke J peeking out of the tree.
Baji grins, leaning close:
âNext year⊠same place. And only with you.â
Chifuyu has a perfect Christmas aesthetic: cocoa, soft lights, candles, cat photos everywhere.
He gives you a sweater he knitted. Itâs slightly crooked.
He blushes when you put it on and kiss his cheek.
He makes you stay until late, curled together under blankets with Peke J sleeping on both of you.
Both boys fight over what to cook. Baji burns something, Chifuyu complains, you laugh at them.
They end up teaming to spoil you:
Baji pulls you into his lap; Chifuyu leans over your shoulder, offering dessert.
They rival each other in affection, trying to see which one you react to more.
Eventually, both end up sandwiching you between them on the couch, warm, safe, adored.
He decorates with golden lights. Something soft, warm, not overwhelming.
He spends most of the night quietly watching you, like he still canât believe youâre real.
He gives you a bracelet he made himself.
âChristmas is⊠kinder with you,â he whispers.
He tries so hard.
The cake collapses. The lights flicker. The presents are wrapped with too much tape.
But he beams because he got to spend it with you.
He rambles about wanting future Christmases together, without tragedy for once.
He's so earnest itâs impossible not to kiss him for it.
The coziest Christmas of all.
A warm living room, handmade decorations, his sisters giggling as they give you presents.
Mitsuya drapes a soft handmade scarf over your shoulders and whispers:
âI made it thinking of you.â
You help him bake, decorate, and fall asleep on his shoulder under the lights.
Hakkai goes all out on decorations... too much, actually, but he loves it.
He makes hot chocolate and talks about how grateful he is for you.
He blushes intensely if you kiss his cheek.
Sanzuâs Christmas is expensive, chaotic, and slightly dangerous.
He buys you an absurd amount of gifts: designer, rare liquor, jewelry... like he doesnât know what Christmas is, but he knows he wants you spoiled.
He lounges on the couch, head on your thigh, inhaling your scent with a lazy grin.
âOpen another one. I like your reactions.â
Ran throws a seductive, luxurious private Christmas for two:
Dim lights, wine, silk sheets, lazy kisses.
He calls you âbabyâ a little too much.
He insists on slow dancing with you under fairy lights.
âConsider me your Christmas present. And next yearâs too.â
Rindou pretends he doesnât care about holidays but decorates just for you.
He puts on music, makes hot chocolate, tries to act cool but melts when you sit in his lap.
âYouâre warm⊠stay like this.â
Quiet. Peaceful.
He prepares a traditional dinner, neatly arranged.
He listens to you talk for hours, smiling softly, brushing your hair out of your face.
âYou make even harsh winters feel gentle.â
Izana transforms Christmas into a royal event: candles, elegant dinner, perfect atmosphere.
Yet the only moment he truly relaxes is when you two are alone by the fireplace.
He cups your face, forehead touching yours.
ââŠStay. I donât want this to end.â
He works until late but keeps checking the clock because he knows youâre coming.
He saves a small wrapped box for you. A charm, something meaningful.
He leans his head on your shoulder while sharing snacks on the cold shop floor.
âThis place feels warmer when youâre here.â
Koko gives you a mountain of gifts.
You tease him about it, and he shrugs.
âItâs Christmas. And you deserve the world.â
He pulls you onto his lap as he hands you the most expensive gift last.
He watches your reaction carefully, wanting to see joy on your face.
Shinichiro hosts a simple, heartwarming Christmas.
Hot drinks, his old record player, blankets laid out on the floor.
He fixes something small for you, like a music box, and hands it over proudly.
He kisses your forehead gently.
âYou make me feel lucky.â
A quiet dinner, warm and gentle.
He decorates his entire place just to see you smile.
He keeps staring at you with a soft, almost shy look.
âYou being here⊠it means a lot.â
Emma loves Christmas passionately.
She drags you around decorating, dressing cute, making sweets.
She gives you a little bracelet as a symbol of your bond.
âNext year, letâs make it even better!â
The warmest, most wholesome Christmas.
She prepares dinner, organizes board games, and wraps gifts beautifully.
She makes sure you feel cherished and cared for.
âYouâre family to me.â
Hanmaâs Christmas is chaotic but fun.
He buys weird gifts on purpose, just to see you laugh.
He drapes himself over you, long limbs everywhere.
He whispers, âYouâre my favorite holiday.â
Pure luxury.
Champagne, velvet, designer outfits.
He sits you on the bed and places each expensive gift on your lap one by one.
âYou deserve to be spoiled. Donât argue.â
Golden lights, sweet wine, half-buttoned shirt.
He kisses your neck lazily as you open gifts.
âSpoiling you is fun. Watching you get flustered is even better.â
Soft Christmas, surprisingly gentle.
He plays music, sets up lights, makes you sit on his lap while opening gifts.
Leans his forehead on your shoulder.
ââŠDonât leave yet.â
Mikey (Bonten) (Platonic)
He silently decorates with black-and-silver ornaments.
He gives you a rare, small smile when you bring him Christmas snacks.
You sit beside him while he works, your presence calming him.
ââŠStay with me tonight. Itâs quieter with you here.â
He tries to bake cookies... they burn.
He cries.
You hug him, and he instantly calms down, with big puppy eyes looking up at you.
He gives you a clumsy, handmade gift and beams when you praise it.
Party vibe.
He insists on taking a thousand pictures with you.
He teases you nonstop but hugs you tightly when you least expect it.
âYouâre the best part of my holidays!â
Cozy, snowy, peaceful.
She brews tea and sits with you wrapped in blankets.
She gives you a thoughtful, handmade gift.
âLetâs take care of each other this winter.â