A rapping at the door.
The eyes of Johnny Joestar opened, accompanied by a groan. He wondered what time it was, not that it mattered. No school today, ergo sleeping in was the sole activity on his agenda.
More rapping at the door, this time accompanied by a familiar, enthusiastic voice. "Up and at 'em, Johnny! Don't leave me hanging!"
"Gyro." Johnny yawned as he turned himself over, ending up on his back. His vision was till blurry but that was quickly going away. Standing up, he stretched, making several snaps and cracks come from his arms and neck. In no hurry whatsoever, he lazily dragged himself over to the door. He reached for the knob and turned it. Before he could even pull, Gyro (in an aggressive sense) invited himself in, bringing in the cold air as well.
"Nyo ho ho ho, JoJo!" He greeted, smiling widely. His grills today read 'HO!HO!HO!' His getup was as festive as could be. White gloves. Black, shiny boots. Red pants and coat, and a matching floppy hat topped off with a white fuzzy ball. On the whole, he looked like a skinny, long haired Santa. "Merry Christmas, Johnny!"
The resident Joestar maintained his usual demeanor, as in he gave no reaction outside his blank, unimpressed stare. "... You too."
Gyro laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "Just a sec, Johnny. I got you something."
"What, in your pocket?" Joestar asked dryly, not caring in the least. Though, deep down, he was happy to see his closest friend. On the other hand, the chill blowing in was making him regret leaving his cocoon of blankets.
"No! In the sack!" Gyro took a step back and leaned past the doorframe, out of Johnny's sight. The Maerican heard a zipper being undone, followed by rummaging. After a few long moments, Gyro resumed an upright position, holding what at first glance appeared to be a somewhat large square, which he then offered to Johnny. "Merry Christmas, buddy!"
Johnny took his gift and looked at it. At first, he thought Gyro had given him a photo of dead trees surrounded by mist. But then he read the four words in the upper right corner. "Fleetwood Mac. Bare Trees." He gave Gyro a quizzical look.
Said look did not dissuade Gyro in the least. "You're a fan, right? You named your Stand after their song right?"
"... Technically, it was the album."
"Ah-ha! So you do like them!"
"... Yeah." The task complete, Johnny walked over to the only table he had bothered buying and carefully placed it down. "So you came all the way over here just to give me a record? And shut the door."
Gyro did as he was not-so-politely asked, bringing his sack with him. "Actually, I'm here for that and something else."
"And that is...?" Johnny glanced over to find Gyro's 'sack' was actually an overly large aluminum suitcase.
"You and me are gonna spread Christmas cheer!" He opened the suitcase and instantly pulled out an outfit identical to his own.
Johnny blinked. "You're joking. Right?"
"Not this time, Johnny B. Grumpy!" He tossed the clothing, and it unceremoniously landed on it's intended wearer.
"Bah humbug."
"Ah, come on, Johnny! What were you gonna do today? Sit around and wallow?"
"More or less," he answered with a shrug.
"Well then, call it my Christmas wish that I want you to go about town with me." He got down on his knees and spread his arms out to the sides. "Pleeeeeeease?"
Johnny was fully prepared to say 'no' but... something stopped him. Gyro, whom he had never even met until less than a year ago, had traveled miles upon miles just to ask him to spend time together. His own family had not so much as called him to see how he was doing. He sucked in a breath through his nose. "Fine."
Gyro, if it were possible, smiled even wider. "Really?!"
"Don't push it." The pants were big and stretchy enough to fit over the pair of Jean's he had slept in. And the coat was a welcome garment for the cold awaiting them. The boots, however, proved a little tight.
"Yeah, sorry," Gyro said, spying Johnny's predicament. "Had to guess your size."
"Not an issue..." The footwear slid on with some motivation, leaving Johnny looking like a lanky, depressed Saint Nicholas.
"Nyo ho! You make a good Santa, Johnny! We should go to the children's hospital!" Gyro turned on his rubbery heels and led the way out the door, taking the massive suitcase with him, raising the handle and letting the wheel on the bottom do the work.
"How about no," Johnny flatly suggested, following him, but not before grabbing his keys and locking the door. "So where to now, jolly ol' Gyro?"
The Italian pointed to the left. "To Izzy's! After all, he only lives three doors down."
Johnny, though he did not show it, was confused. "Wait, what? How-"
"It wasn't relevant in the past. And now it is. Try not to think too much, JoJo. This chapter may or may not be canon."
Deciding not to ask questions, Johnny followed behind and looked out to the city. The sky was gray, and a light flurry was coming down. Oddly fitting. "You know, people here might not celebrate Christmas."
"Tis still the season of giving, my friend."
"Wait. How do you even know that he lives here?"
"I'll be honest, after the entrance exam, I followed him and Dio here. I was worried Dio was going to eat him."
"... Yeah, I can see that happening someday."
Izuku swiped down on his phone, making the webpage refresh.
No updates.
It seemed the world of Heroes had a slow morning for once.
He took a sip of his water when someone started knocking on the door.
"I got it!" He half-shouted, making sure his mother need not bother. He stood up from his chair and made a beeline for the exit to their apartment. A grip of the knob and a light pull revealed to him two of his foreign classmates, dressed heavily in red.
"Happy Holidays, Izzy!" Gyro beaming as ever, gave a deep bow and a wide grin.
"Hey." Johnny was being Johnny.
Izuku had to take a moment to process. This was probably the second to last thing he expected to see that day. "Huh-hello. It's... nice to see you guys."
"And you as well!" Gyro unzipped his suitcase and rifled through the contents. "Y'know, you could be one of the Wise Men, Izzy. You know everything about Heroes."
"I don't think that was what the Three Wise Men were about, Gyro," deadpanned Johnny.
From behind their friend came a new voice. "Who is it, Izuku?" Into their line of sight came a kindly looking woman who could only be one person.
Gyro ceased his rummaging to glance up at her. "Wait! Don't tell me!" He squinted at her. "The complexion. The green hair. The green eyes... you must be... the woman they cloned Izzy from!" He paused, letting his ridiculous conclusion sink in.
"Brilliant deduction." Johnny rolled his eyes.
"Nah, I'm kidding." Gyro shook her hand. "You're his madre, no doubt. "I'm Gyro, and this ball of sunshine is Johnny."
Inko gave both of her son's classmates a warm smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."
"The pleasure is all mine!" Gyro happily assured. "Sorry we can't stay long, Signora Midoriya. Me and Johnny here have to go out and cause some merriment!" His hands returned to the 'sack.' "Just a sec and... here we are!"
He pulled out... something coated in bubble wrap. A few tears and rips later, the true gift was revealed: a picture frame as big as car wheel. And in it...
"An authentic poster of All Might, from his Silver Age days."
Izuku gawked at the illustration. His arms quivered as he ever so carefully grabbed the sides and gracefully relieved Gyro of it. "I... I don't know what to say. Thank you, both of you!"
"Nyo ho ho ho! Think nothing of it, Izzy! It's the most wonderful time of the year!"
"Would you two like to warm up for a minute?" Inko offered. "Maybe I could put on some tea?"
Gyro politely turned down the offer. "No worries, we're good. See ya back at School, Izzy! Let us be off, Johnny!"
The two foreigners left the Midoriya family in their abode and walked off.
"I do believe we need some music, Johnny. To set the mood."
"Do we really need that for a holiday?"
His friend simply laughed as he pulled out his phone. "Let's see... random shuffle, and..."
"She asked me to stay and I stole her-"
Gyro skipped the tune. "Not that one."
"Come right in! Forget about him! We'll have-"
"Not that either."
"Work hard and tough! And I want some-"
"Nope."
"Tusk! Real savage like..."
"Uh uh."
Johnny made him stop walking; they had made it to the street level and nearly stepped into traffic. "Are you going to spend this whole 'spreading cheer' escapade choosing a song?"
"You've just reminded me, Johnny." Letting go of the suitcase, he put his arm around Johnny's shoulders and pulled him in close, right before extending his arm and taking a picture of the two of them. Gyro released his friend and started frantically typing on the screen. "'Me and Johnny out here spreading cheer!' And send. Now then, enough dawdling, Johnny! Off we go!"