The time has come to repost the sacred texts

For those of you who haven't read this before, for context, this was first written back in 2018 (five years ago now, holy cow) when new SNS chapters were still coming out. We were in the middle of the promotion exam/Central arc at the time, and the name "Asahi" had not yet been mentioned. I still feel like we need more shenanigan fics about chaos between the rebels and Elite 10 during this arc, because their dynamic has so much untapped crack potential. Maybe one day you all will be ready to hear about the wonders of Ryou's Shark Shack, but for now, merry Christmas.

Knock knock knock.

Ding-dong.

"Who on earth could that be?"

That was how it began. On that particular December 14th, Headmaster Nakiri Azami was incredibly annoyed, even more so than usual. After all, he was holding a meeting with the new Elite Ten about a most unpleasant topic: how to get rid of the rebels who opposed Central's plans. The upcoming promotion exams should take care of them all, he thought. The question was whether or not the Elite Ten would need to get involved.

Just as the discussion had begun, however, they were interrupted by a resounding knock on the door. As he wasn't expecting anyone himself, the irritated headmaster turned to the others in the room and demanded, "Did someone order food again?"

The Elite Ten's attention turned to Kobayashi Rindou, who just shook her head with a grin and denied, "It wasn't me, this time."

"Well, someone should get the door." The pale man's ebony eyes stared at each one of the Elite Ten members expectantly. In the absence of any action, he sighed, got up from the head of the table, and unnecessarily said, "Fine, I'll get it."

In a few short boot-lengths, he reached the door and opened it. Much to his disappointment, it was his niece with her personal aide in tow.

"Hello, Uncle Azami!" sang Nakiri Alice, who seemed unusually exuberant for someone standing outside in the cold.

"What do you want, Alice?" Azami replied flatly.

"We're Christmas caroling!" she cheered, completely unfazed by his unenthusiastic response.

"…But it's not Christmas."

"We know, but just, listen!" With that, she turned to her aide beside her, who was holding a small shrub in his gloved hands. "Ryou-kun!" chirped Alice, and the muscular young man cleared his throat and began to sing:

"On the first day of Christmas, Milady gave to me," his deep voice rang out, "a partridge in a pear tree!" He proudly held up his small bonsai, gesturing to the bird perched inside.

Alice burst into mad applause.

The headmaster just stared at them blankly.

" . . . That's it?"

He was annoyed that he had even answered the door.

"Yep!" Alice enthused. "Thank you for your time!"

And with that, the two teenagers sprinted back towards their ward of the house.

Nakiri Azami just stood there for a few seconds, in utter disbelief and disappointment. He blinked twice, shut the door, locked it, turned around, and slowly trudged back to the meeting room.

"Who was it?" pondered Rindou, bouncing in her chair.

"No one important," replied Azami dismissively.

"But wasn't that Nakiri-chan and Kurokiba-kun?" the second seat countered.

"Yes, unfortunately."

Hayama Akira sat up in his seat, suddenly curious.

Kinokuni Nene looked at her headmaster, concerned. "Isn't she your niece?"

"Yes, unfortunately," replied Azami again, then continued, "She was... Christmas caroling."

There was a sudden buzz in the room, as the council members shot strange looks at each other.

Finally, Saito Somei protested, "But Headmaster... It's not Christma-"

"I KNOW THAT!" Azami screeched, slamming his hand on the table.

Rindou grinned. "Christmas caroling... Sounds like fun!"

Azami shot her a death glare, then transitioned, "Now, back to the topic at hand..."