Hawks collapsed onto his bed with a heavy sigh, his exhaustion evident in the way his body sank into the mattress. Today had been a demanding ordeal. In order to earn the League's trust, he had to journey to Kyushu and deceive Best Jeanist's demise—pretending, of course.

As the weight of the day settled upon him, waves of nausea surged through Hawks, sending him scrambling to the bathroom. "I thought morning sickness was supposed to be confined to the mornings," he grumbled inwardly, hunched over the toilet in discomfort.

"Hey, birdie, you in here?" The raspy voice of Dabi echoed through the apartment, catching Hawks off guard. He had forgotten to close the balcony door.

Dabi appeared in the bathroom doorway, concern etched onto his features as he watched Hawks retch. "Is that why you rushed off after our meeting?" Dabi's tone softened as he knelt beside Hawks, offering a soothing hand on his back. "You sounded fine on the phone earlier. And you said it was just a stomach bug, but you've been like this for the past... what, two months? You really need to see a doctor."

A flirtatious grin played across Hawks' lips as he leaned back against the bathtub. "Worried about me, hot stuff?" he teased, arching an eyebrow.

Dabi's response was immediate, a firm "Shut up," tinged with genuine concern. "And this nausea isn't the only thing I've noticed. Last week, you turned down my fried chicken! You, of all people, refused fried chicken!"

Hawks opened his mouth to protest, but fatigue washed over him suddenly, leaving him too drained to argue. With a weak mumble, he admitted, "It's supposed to get better next month... usually." His eyelids drooped shut, and he let out a light snore, succumbing to sleep.

Dabi stared at him in bewilderment for a moment before shaking his head, a mixture of confusion and concern evident in his expression. Silently, he scooped Hawks up in his arms, carrying him back to bed. Tenderly, he tucked him in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Sleep well, my songbird," Dabi whispered before extinguishing the lights and slipping out of the room, leaving Hawks to rest.

U.A. High School (Friday)

Setsuko groaned as she silenced her blaring alarm, signaling the start of another day. Grudgingly, she prepared herself for the day ahead and joined her cousins and uncles in the hallway.

"Good morning, Setsuko!" Midoriya greeted her cheerfully, while Shoto offered a nod of acknowledgment.

"Morning..." Setsuko mumbled back, her expression already displaying irritation.

"Hey, cheer up, cousin! It's Christmas!" Itsuki chirped, bumping into her with a grin mirroring Midoriya's. Setsuko responded by giving her a shove.

"Yeah, tonight after classes, we're having a Christmas party! Mina is organizing it, and Momo said she'll create matching outfits and hats for everyone," Midoriya explained as they made their way downstairs.

"Talking about the Christmas party?" Kirishima interjected from his spot at the kitchen counter, munching on his breakfast.

"Yes! Will Kacchan cook?" Midoriya inquired.

Kirishima nodded as Bakugou shouted angrily from the kitchen, "Not for you, Nerd!"

"Don't worry, he'll cook for everyone!" Kirishima assured, shooting Bakugou a pleading look. "Isn't that right, Kats?"

"Fucking whatever..." Bakugou grumbled.

As the elevator chimed, Hikki, Kazumi, and Kaminari emerged, exchanging greetings before heading to class.

"Class, I have an announcement," Aizawa began, capturing the attention of the students.

The time travelers listened intently, their hopes perhaps dashed as they awaited news of returning home.

"You will be resuming work studies during your ten-day winter break," Aizawa continued.

The six time travelers deflated visibly, their expressions reflecting disappointment and sadness.

During lunch break, Midoriya pulled the twins aside, while Shoto and Ochako carried their trays to their table.

"Are you two alright? It's been five days since you arrived, and you haven't mentioned feeling homesick. It's okay if you do, you know?" Midoriya expressed concern.

"We know, it's just... so much has been happening since we got here. I guess we haven't really had the chance to realize or process such feelings," Itsuki explained, with Shosuke nodding in agreement. Despite their words, they both wore gloomy expressions.

"If you need someone to talk to, Shoto and I are here for you. Your... um, father and I worry about you," Midoriya stumbled over the word 'father,' blushing slightly.

"Thanks, Papa," the twins responded, and Midoriya enveloped them in a comforting hug before they rejoined the rest of the Dekusquad.

Later that day, the festive spirit was palpable as everyone donned their Santa costumes, some clad in red suits and hats, while others sported green attire.

Amidst the merriment, Mineta found himself ejected from the gathering, just as Shinsou arrived. Denki's simple plea had been enough to convince him to join in the festivities.

In the kitchen, Bakugou wielded his culinary prowess, with Kirishima reluctantly roped into assisting, fiercely guarding their domain from intruders. However, an exception was made for Kazumi, who lent a hand with the cooking.

Meanwhile, the Todorokis took charge of setting the table, while the others busied themselves with adorning the tree with festive decorations.

Hikki observed with amusement as her father valiantly attempted to keep her other father out of the kitchen.

"But I just want to grab a soda!" Denki protested, met with Shinsou's resigned sigh.

"And I'd rather you not risk getting blasted by Blasty," Shinsou retorted.

"What did you just call me, Eyebags?!"

After half an hour of culinary efforts, dinner was finally ready, and everyone gathered around the table and couches.

Iida, holding a large bag of presents, stood up, his voice ringing out, "Ready and... Merry Christmas!" The room erupted in cheers and excitement.

Ochako marveled at the array of delicious food laid out before them, while Sato proudly presented a cake he had baked, as Bakugou attempted to sneak off to his room.

However, Kirishima intercepted him, pulling him back to his seat with a determined grin. "No sneaking off, Kats! You're staying put!"

"Fine! But I won't be wearing any stupid costume and hat!" Bakugou grumbled, his tone as sharp as ever.

Seeing their chance, Kazumi and Kirishima turned on the charm, casting pleading looks at Bakugou. "Please!"

With a reluctant sigh, Bakugou relented, snatching the hat from Mina's grasp and begrudgingly placing it on his head. He scowled, but Kirishima's bright smile softened his expression just a fraction.

As the festivities unfolded, everyone relished in the joyous atmosphere, indulging in delicious food and lively conversation.

"So, work studies again. We must be the busiest first years in U.A. history," Kirishima remarked, breaking the chatter.

Jirou turned to Ochako and Tsuyu, seated beside her. "You two are heading back to Ryukyu, right?"

"Yeah," Ochako confirmed. "What about you, Jirou?"

Midoriya's internship situation became the topic of discussion as Iida inquired about his plans. Kirishima chimed in optimistically, suggesting a reunion with Centipeder.

"True, but they don't have time. Right now, I'm still in limbo," Midoriya explained, flanked by Iida and Kirishima.

Kirishima turned to Bakugou, his enthusiasm palpable. "Kats, will you go to Jeanist?"

Bakugou hesitated. "Huh? I haven't decided yet."

"But you have a ton of people asking for you, right? After the sports festival. You can go wherever you want," Kirishima urged, trying to sway Bakugou's decision.

"I'm not interested in learning from riffraff after all this time," Bakugou declared, shoving Midoriya away and taking a seat next to Kirishima.

"Where to do our work studies..." Shoto pondered aloud, his gaze drifting to the door.

Aizawa entered, accompanied by his wife and daughter, apologizing for their tardiness. "Sorry we're late... Have you started already?" he inquired, gesturing to the woman beside him.

"This is my wife," Aizawa introduced, prompting the woman to offer a warm smile. "Nice to meet you all, my name is Aizawa Mailin. Just call me Mailin."

Eri, clad in a Santa costume, clung to her mother's dress, her bashfulness evident as she hid behind her parents. Hikki couldn't contain her excitement, whispering eagerly, "Grandma! And Aunt Eri! She's so cute!"

Amidst the commotion, Aizawa directed Mailin towards the time travelers. "They're the time travelers I told you about," he explained, pointing towards the thrilled Hikki. "And this is our future granddaughter."

"Hi grandma!" Hikki greeted enthusiastically.

Mailin was charmed by the young girl, showering her with compliments. Shinsou observed the interaction with confusion while standing beside his sister.

Shosuke's emotions suddenly overwhelmed him, his lips quivering as tears streamed down his cheeks. "Man, this makes me miss grandma," he admitted, his voice choked with emotion.

His sister and cousins shared his sentiment, nodding in understanding. Shosuke couldn't contain his tears any longer, fleeing upstairs.

"Shosuke!" his sister called out, her worry evident in her tone.

Midoriya approached her, concerned. "What's wrong?" he inquired gently.

Shoto placed his hand on Midoriya's shoulder and walked past him, stating, "I'll go check on him."

Midoriya nodded, then took Itsuki's hand and led her over to Eri to distract her.

Meanwhile, upstairs...

"Shosuke? It's Shoto. Can I come in?" Shoto's voice was gentle as he knocked on the door. From within the room, quiet sobs and whimpers could be heard.

Shoto opened the door slowly and entered. Shosuke was curled up in his covers, sitting in the farthest corner of his bed.

Approaching him cautiously, Shoto sat down, making sure to keep his distance for the time being. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered softly.

Shosuke sobbed and hiccuped, "I miss my parents, I miss grandma, my aunts, and uncles. I just wanna go back home!" His cries grew louder.

Shoto moved closer and enveloped him in a hug. "I know what that feels like. I missed my family too when I first moved here. I miss my mother every day while she's in the hospital... I miss Touya-nii the most. You'll be home soon, I know it. And until then, your father and I will do our damned best to make you feel at home here," he reassured, gently stroking Shosuke's head. Slowly, Shosuke began to calm down, his sobs lessening.

"Thanks, Dad... I love you," he whispered, his voice hoarse from crying.

"I... love you too," Shoto responded softly.

A/n: Please don't forget to comment; I would really appreciate some feedback!