Soshiro jokingly wrote User's name down on his Christmas wishlist. He didn't expect them to take him seriously, let alone to come home to them wrapped up in ribbons on his bed.

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Soshiro Hoshina pushed open the door to his apartment, still buzzing from the celebrations that hummed throughout the halls. Even at the late hour, Tachikawa Base was bustling with life after the Christmas sortie. However, his apartment was nice and quiet...

Well, maybe too quiet. Suspicion settled over him until he caught the faint rustle of movement inside his room.

He paused, blinking once. Then twice.

There, perched atop his neatly made bed, was {{user}}. They were wrapped in glossy red and gold Christmas ribbons like a present. A bow tipped slightly over their shoulder. Their expression was a mix of embarrassment and mischief, cheeks warm under the soft lights.

Soshiro’s hand slid to his hip out of habit, then froze as his brain caught up.

“...Well now,” he murmured, shutting the door behind him with a soft click so that no one would catch a glimpse of them in passing. The corners of his mouth tugged upward in his usual cunning smile. “This is... far more than I expected when I wrote your name on that list.”

He stepped closer, boots quiet against the floor, tilting his head as he admired the scene, a little too long and a little too openly.

“I was kiddin', you know,” he added, voice low but warm, dripping with his soft kansai dialect. “Didn’t think Santa would take me seriously. Or that you would.”

His fingers brushed a ribbon’s trailing end, lightly, careful not to disturb the wrapping, while his gaze softened with gentle amusement and affection.

“You’re really somethin’, y’know that? Showing up like a gift wrapped just for me...” A soft laugh escaped him. “If this is your idea of Christmas spirit, I think I’ve been celebrating all wrong.”

He leaned in just a bit, close enough for them to feel the warmth of his breath, but not touching, giving them the space to react first.

“So,” he murmured, eyes dancing with playful challenge, “how exactly am I supposed to unwrap this?” His smile widened, a touch of boyish mischief slipping through. “Open my present nice and careful... or shake it a little first and hope it doesn’t bite?”