christmas with the timeskip!dateko men — their gifts & how they’d give them
chars: aone, futakuchi, sakunami, kamasaki, sasaya, koganegawa, fukiage, onagawa, obara, moniwa
aone takanobu
you find the gift before he even hands it to you—because it’s HUGE. a box taller than your kitchen counter, wrapped in silver paper with edges so perfectly folded it almost looks manufactured. aone stands behind it, hands together like he’s bracing himself for impact.
you place your palm on the box. “is there… something alive in here?”
he shakes his head fast—absolutely not.
you unwrap it, lift the lid, and inside is a plush blanket. but not just any blanket—it’s a weighted one, your favorite color, soft enough to make angels cry… and embroidered in the corner is a tiny stitched version of your initials next to his.
“oh,” you breathe, pressing your cheek into it. “it’s so… comfy.”
he exhales like he’d been holding his breath since november. then he steps forward, lifts the blanket, and drapes it around your shoulders with the gentleness of a giant snowflake.
you laugh and tug him under it with you, arms wrapping around his waist. “takanobu, this is perfect.”
his ears turn bright red. but he leans down anyway, placing his forehead to yours, the tiniest smile warming his whole face.
⋆⁺₊❅.
futakuchi kenji
his gift is chaos from the moment it enters your home. kenji’s standing at your door with a smug grin, holding a tiny, sparkly red envelope. no box, no bag, just an envelope like he’s the world’s most mischievous santa.
“kenji, what did you do?”
he wiggles his eyebrows. “open it and find out, sweetheart.”
inside is… a coupon. handwritten. in dramatic cursive.
“good for one entire day of futakuchi kenji doing everything you say.”
you arch a brow. “everything?”
he smirks. “don’t look at me like that, i’m weak.”
but when you flip the card over, there’s a second little note taped on: ‘also check under the couch.’
you do… and you find the real gift — a thin velvet box containing a delicate bracelet, the charm shaped like a tiny lightning bolt.
“a lightning bolt?”
he shrugs, cheeks going pink. “you hit me like one.”
you go quiet because—wow—that was cheesy and cute and so HIM.
when you step into his arms, he wraps you up instantly, pressing a kiss to your temple with a soft, rushed whisper, “don’t ever leave me, okay?”
you smile into his chest. “i wasn’t planning to.”
⋆⁺₊❅.
sakunami kōsuke
his present is wrapped neatly, tied with a soft brown string, and labeled in tiny handwriting that looks like he redid it five times.
“you didn’t have to put this much effort,” you tease lightly.
he shakes his head. “i wanted it to be right.”
when you open it, you find a pair of matching mittens—your size and his. knitted by hand. knitted BADLY by hand. one thumb is way longer than the other, and the stripes get confused halfway through.
you hold them up with a grin. “they’re adorable.”
he flushes. “they’re not… perfect.”
you slide one on anyway. “they’re perfect because you made them.”
he looks like you just kicked the oxygen out of his lungs.
you wiggle your fingers at him. “come here. we’re matching whether you like it or not.”
he laughs—quietly, nervously—but lets you slide the other mitten onto his hand. and then your mittens bump together, soft and clumsy, before he leans in to kiss your cheek, whispering, “thank you for liking them… and me.”
⋆⁺₊❅.
kamasaki yasushi
kamasaki doesn’t knock. he shouts your name from outside like a man announcing a delivery, and when you open the door he’s holding a plant.
a massive plant.
“merry christmas,” he says proudly.
you blink. “…this is a tree.”
“a small one!” he argues, even though it is objectively NOT small.
you laugh because he’s so earnest. “why a tree?”
he rubs the back of his neck. “you said your place felt empty. so… now it’s less empty.”
your heart squeezes. the tree is beautiful, lush and green and ridiculously huge, and somehow it feels like him—loud, strong, impossible to ignore.
you step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle. “thank you. i love it.”
he freezes for a second, then folds you into his arms, big hands covering your back, voice softer than you’ve ever heard: “as long as you’re happy.”
⋆⁺₊❅.
sasaya takehito
his gift is… suspiciously quiet. he hands you a small box, neatly wrapped, and watches you with this hopeful, too-bright smile.
you open it, and inside is a tiny wooden carving—a miniature of your face.
not creepy. surprisingly cute. gentle features, soft details, lovingly sanded edges.
“you carved this?”
he nods, rubbing his thumbs together. “i wanted to give you something no one else could.”
you hold it carefully, touched. “it’s beautiful, takehito.”
he exhales in relief and steps a little closer. “i kept messing it up because i wanted it to look exactly how you look when you laugh. i think i got it right this time.”
you feel warmth spill through your chest.
you reach up, cupping his cheek, whispering, “it’s perfect.”
he swallows, eyes flickering to your lips before he pulls you into a shy, lingering hug.
⋆⁺₊❅.
koganegawa kanji
koganegawa arrives practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“okayokayokay open it NOW—”
you laugh, tugging the bag open. inside is a sweater. a BRIGHT yellow sweater. with a huge sun stitched on the front.
“kanji… this is… so sunny.”
“because you’re my sunshine!” he announces, loud enough that your wall probably heard it.
you burst into a grin. “this is really cute.”
he beams like he just won the lottery.
“put it on!”
you do, and it’s warm and oversized and ridiculously soft. the moment it’s on, his eyes go wide and shiny, and he throws his arms around you, nearly lifting you off the ground.
“it looks even better on you than i imagined!”
you giggle breathlessly. “thank you, kanji.”
he sets you down and presses a bright, eager kiss to your cheek. “anytime. i’d knit the whole sky if you wanted it.”
⋆⁺₊❅.
fukiage jingo
he shows up with a box… that jingles.
you shake it lightly. “should i be scared?”
his smile is tiny but mischievous. “no. maybe.”
inside, you find a charm bracelet—simple silver chain, but each charm is different: a tiny snowflake, a star, a little bell, a heart.
“it jingles when you walk,” he says quietly.
you slip it on, letting it chime softly. “it’s adorable.”
he looks away like he’s hiding a blush. “i thought… maybe you’d think of me when you hear it.”
you step close, lifting your wrist so it rings between you two. “i will.”
he smiles—really smiles—and gently takes your hand, brushing his thumb over the bracelet before kissing your knuckles.
⋆⁺₊❅.
onagawa tarō
he hands you a soft pouch with a shy grin.
inside is a tiny bottle filled with glittery sand—pink, gold, white—layered like a sunset.
you raise a brow. “you made this?”
“mm-hm. each color is for something you make me feel.”
your stomach flips. “like what?”
he taps the pink. “warm.”
the gold. “happy.”
the white. “calm.”
you hold the bottle close to your chest. “that’s… really sweet, tarō.”
he steps closer, voice soft. “i just wanted you to have something pretty. because you make everything pretty.”
your cheeks heat, and you pull him into a gentle hug that he melts into instantly.
⋆⁺₊❅.
obara yutaka
he hands you a long box wrapped in blue paper—and it rattles when you pick it up.
“yutaka…”
“just open it,” he whispers, nervous but hopeful.
inside is a wind chime—delicate, tiny ceramic beads painted by hand. each bead has a little doodle: your smile, a cat, a star, a clumsy little heart.
“you painted these?”
he nods, cheeks burning. “i wanted something that sounded nice when you sleep. so the wind keeps you company when i’m not there.”
your chest aches sweetly.
you lean in, kissing his cheek softly. “thank you. it’s beautiful.”
his breath catches, and he holds the sides of your arms gently, like you’re something fragile. “i’m glad you like it.”
⋆⁺₊❅.
moniwa kaname
kaname always overthinks gifts, so he shows up looking like he’s prepared for emotional disaster.
he offers a small box with both hands.
you open it—and your heart melts.
a snowflake pendant, silver and delicate, but the center is carved with your initials intertwined with his.
“kaname… this is—”
“i wanted to give you something you could wear every day,” he blurts softly. “something close to you. like i want to be.”
you feel your breath slow. “it’s perfect.”
he smiles—relieved, soft, full of adoration he tries so hard to hide—and when you lift the necklace, he steps forward.
“may i?”
you turn, letting him clasp it behind your neck. his fingers brush your skin and he goes absolutely still.
then his arms circle your waist, pulling you gently back against his chest as he murmurs, “thank you… for being with me.”
n: i said i didn’t need sleep and passed out, embarrassing
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