(Written with the title: Visions of Sugarplums)

Her eyes opened to a field of red. It was beautiful, the blood flowing like a river. She smiled, this was where she wanted to spend her Christmas. Toga skipped through the field of blood, her small feet becoming stained with the stuff. Suddenly the world tilted and her heart stopped as she fell. The next thing she knew the world was normal and her mother stood in front of her, reminding her that her power was dangerous, that she was a monster. Toga ran, she wanted to be back in the field, where there was no one to judge her for being herself.

Twice lay in a white room. The door was padlocked. His other self walked around the room, growling and hissing at the door. The man sighed, he didn't expect much else from the feral side of him, the side of him that jumped to kill people, jumped to hurt others. Christmas was tomorrow, he reflected on the gifts he was going to give his only real family. The feral half of his spit at him, hissing and screeching. Twice sighed and rolled over, facing the white wall instead of the monster inside himself.

The man made of the mist was floating, floating in between dreams and reality. Kurogiri didn't dream, he didn't even need sleep, but he liked keeping an eye on the other members of the League and they didn't allow him to blatantly watch them. The floaty feeling pulled him under, like an ocean's wave, submerging him in the water of half-sleep.

Compress hid his face even in his dreams. Covered in a black and white mask the man sat at a fancy table, sipping tea out of fancy china. The feeling of warm tea sliding down his throat, even though he knew it was a dream and not real, it was comforting. He had this space to decompress, it was strangely difficult being the oldest in a group of villains, he was lucky he had Kurogiri to help him be those idiots impulse control.

Dabi rolled his eyes. The vision of his family, having their own happy holiday, poisoned his mind. He wanted to set them on fire. Why would they ever spend time with their father, on purpose? His siblings laughed at something Mom said. Dabi wanted to cry, but the scars over his face prevented him from doing so. Suddenly, he was sitting next to Fuyumi, laughing with her as Natuso shoved pocky up his nose.

Spinner saw himself in front of Stain, his idol. "Who is considered a true hero?" He asked, but Stain didn't answer. "Who?" The man stayed silent, his long tongue coming out to lick his lips. Spinner was upset, "Who is a true hero?" Stain smiled and pulled out a knife, before handing it to Spinner. It was the best Christmas gift he would ever receive, even if it was all a dream.

The Leader of the League was only twenty, yet his dreams were filled with the agonizing screams of his sister and mother. The ugly memory of his sister, Hana, crumbling to dust under his fingertips. The face of his father looming over him, reminding him of his failures. Shigaraki itched at his neck, the nail marks from previous scratching sessions becoming aggravated. Christmas was coming, but did it really matter? He would still be alone.

The next morning saw them all opening presents together, under the twelve tree branches Spinner stole from the nearby park.

"I can't believe you bought me a collapsable strippers pole?" Dabi growled, chasing Toga around as the girl pulled on her new gloves from Kurogiri.

Shigaraki smiled at the Nintendo switch Compress got for him, "Thanks, I hate it." He was joking in his own strange way.

Spinner looked at the knife Shigaraki had found for him. The lizard man smiled at the twenty-year-old, who flipped him off in response.

It was a good Christmas, and if any of those presents were stolen from the local Mall, no one could prove that.

I hope you guys liked this little one-shot/drabble thing. Idk what's the difference? Someone let me know! 

Please comment with requests! It's been a while since I got proper requests!

Sammi