Second hand smoke
I breathe you in, but honey I don't know what you're doing to me
Mon chéri but the truth catches up with us eventually -Irresistible by Fall Out Boy

December 25th - Alliance Heights

Ocacho

"Here," Katsuki handed me a small wrapped box, "Merry Christmas, partner."

I laughed gently, "I bought something for you, too." I reached into my bag, and opened the top enough to see the name tags on the gifts I'd gotten for everyone. I handed him one that I'd wrapped in metallic black and red, "Open them together?"

"Thanks." He slid a finger under the edge of the wrapping as Todoroki came into view.

"Uraraka-san?" He held out an elaborately wrapped box.

"Ah!" I stuffed Katsuki's under my arm and accepted the other, "It's gorgeous! Thank you. Hold on!" I reached in and withdrew the box wrapped in navy with white drifting snowflakes."We were going to open them together?"

"Sure." He rubbed his fingers over the wrapping.

"We can't do it now." Bakugo's mouth tightened in what seemed to be irritation before he tore his open. I frowned at his impatience, but smiled when he held up his gift. "Wow. Just..." He shook his head, "How'd you know?"

"I'm one of your three friends," I said with a laughing voice. "Sorry, sorry, just joking! You mentioned how much you wanted a new set of strings for your guitar. It's a 12 string, right? The clerk at the music store said this was a good set."

"It is." He looked up, a genuine smile and high spots of color decorating his face, "Thanks."

Shoto's mouth curved as well, "We can open ours together. If you like."

"Oh." I tore my eyes off Bakugo and regarded the bi-colored boy, "Sure, yeah. That'd be great, just let me open Bakugo's first."

"Skip it. Open it later, it's not as nice as what you got me." He turned, the strings in one hand, the other dug deeply in his pocket. "Merry Christmas." He walked away.

I took his package out from under my arm, and shrugged at Shoto who shrugged back, and put the gift into my bag. "Ready?" I poked a finger under the fold in the back, ready to rip off that beautiful paper.

He stripped the bow off his box, and pulled on the paper, "Three?"

"Two."

"One!" He ripped off the paper as I ripped mine. I gasped and he smiled brightly, "Thank you, Uraraka." He dumped the box out into his other hand, "They're leather?"

"Modified." I smiled at him, "They're supposed to be fireproof. Couldn't figure out how to get them ice-proof, too. I wasn't sure if you wore gloves, and this winter has been depressingly snow free, but... I hope you like them." I pulled free his gift, and tears sprung into my eyes. It was a book. "I love this book."

"I saw you reading it at the library." His mouth turned up at the edges, "More than once."

I dropped my bag and threw my arms around him, "I..." I pulled back, suddenly embarrassed, "I know you're not into the whole hug thing, but I can't believe you remembered me reading this book! Thank you, Todoroki."

"Merry Christmas... Ochaco."

Later, I was reading my new book in my room when I remembered my bag still had a gift in it. I put the book down, carefully bookmarking with a folded piece of the wrapping paper it'd come in. I found the bag, and pulled free a neatly wrapped package that had a small card with my name inked on it.

I pulled the paper off carefully, folding it and putting the wrap off to the side to keep. Bakugo's gifts weren't to be torn and forgotten. I smiled at the box, then pulled the top free. Nestled inside was a gift card to my favorite bakery off campus along with a ziplok bag of Amanattō. I picked it up and opened it, grabbing a sweet out to put in my mouth. It was delicious. And homemade.

I put the box down, my tears now flowing freely with the sheer thoughtfulness of this gift. I saw a piece of paper had been folded under everything else. I pulled it free, and read it:

Uraraka

I know you like this shit. Bakugo

I laughed so hard, flinging myself back into my pillows before sitting up to eat another piece. I really do like this shit. I sighed, thinking that he got it wrong, again. This gift was way better than the one I'd gotten him. Too bad I could never tell him now.

AN/ I hope you're happy! One more to go, the confession that turns into a tragic love story. Leave a comment, they really make my day!