The sun hadn't even risen when I dragged myself back into my room, my Santa mask hanging loosely around my neck. After last night's chaos with Hawks, Miruko, and Chisaki, all I wanted was to collapse into bed and sleep until New Year's.

But no. 

Christmas was tomorrow, and there was still work to be done.

I slumped into my chair and stared at the mountain of gifts piled around me. Toys, clothes, books, and handmade knick-knacks from the small shops I'd hit up earlier in the week—each item carefully chosen for the kids I'd met over the years.

"This is either the best idea I've ever had or the stupidest," I muttered, running a hand through my messy hair.

The truth? 

Probably both.

The Final Checklist

I grabbed my notebook, flipping through the pages filled with scribbled notes and diagrams. Each kid had their own section:

Aiko (4 years old): Loves dinosaurs.

Ren (7 years old): Needs a warm jacket and shoes.

Yumi (10 years old): Wants a sketchbook and pencils.

The list went on and on, a reminder of just how many lives I was trying to brighten.

"Alright, Deku Claus," I said to myself, tapping the pen against my chin. "Let's do this."

First up: organizing the gifts. I separated everything into piles, making sure each kid had at least one item they'd love and one item they'd need.

Next: wrapping.

Have you ever tried wrapping a toy truck the size of your head? 

No? 

Lucky you.

After the third attempt, I tossed the crumpled paper aside and glared at the offending toy. "You win this round, truck. But don't get cocky."

Eventually, I got into a rhythm—sort of. By the time I was done, my floor was covered in scraps of wrapping paper, and I had tape stuck to places tape should never be.

I stepped back to admire my work, hands on my hips. "Not bad for a quirkless vigilante playing Santa."

Now came the tricky part: getting everything where it needed to go.

The orphanage was easy—I'd drop their stuff off first thing in the morning. The hospital was trickier since I couldn't exactly waltz in wearing my Santa suit.

And then there were the street kids, scattered across the city in makeshift shelters and abandoned buildings. They were my priority, the ones who needed these gifts the most.

I glanced at my watch. It was almost noon, and I still had a million things to do.

"Alright, time to call in reinforcement... again but they will help me in person this time," I muttered, grabbing my phone.

I sent out a quick message to Hawks and Miruko, explaining that I needed help with a "last-minute Christmas project."

Within minutes, Hawks called me back. "Kid, I swear if this is another 'special delivery' situation—"

"It's not and I didn't know about yesterday..... ," I interrupted. "I just need help getting some stuff where it needs to go. You in or not?"

He sighed. "Fine. But if I end up chasing another villain, you owe me."

Miruko's reply was even simpler: "Where and when?"

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By the time Hawks and Miruko showed up, my room looked like Santa's workshop after a tornado.

"Wow," Hawks said, stepping over a pile of gift bags. "You really went all out."

"Shut up and grab a sack," I said, shoving a bag of wrapped presents into his arms.

Miruko snorted. "You're bossy for someone who called us for help."

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, waving her off. "Just remember: this isn't about me. It's about the kids."

With their help, we loaded everything into the car I'd "borrowed" (rented with my vigilante funds) and set off.

The first stop was the orphanage. The kids' faces lit up when we carried in the bags of gifts especially hawks and miruko which made them smile even brighter... after yesterday, I knew they needed this...., their excitement was contagious for sure.

"Santa really came!" one of them squealed, hugging a stuffed bear.

I stepped back, letting Hawks and Miruko soak in the gratitude. For once, it felt good to be behind the scenes, watching the magic unfold.

Next up was the hospital, where we dropped off bags of toys and art supplies for the pediatric ward.

"Think the nurses will let us deliver these in person?" Hawks asked.

"Not a chance," I said, shaking my head. "We'd cause more chaos than joy."

Our final stop was the shabbier part of town, where the street kids I'd befriended over the years were waiting.

"Bunny!" one of them shouted as we pulled up, recognizing me immediately.

I grinned under my mask. "Hey, guys! Guess what? Santa's here."

They swarmed the car, their laughter echoing through the cold night air as we handed out gifts.

By the time we finished, it was well past midnight.

As we drove back, Hawks glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "You know, kid, you could've just asked for help from the start."

"Where's the fun in that?" I replied, smirking.

Miruko chuckled. "You're something else, for sure.... and your secret it is well kept with us... Mr. Claus."

I leaned back in my seat, exhaustion finally catching up to me. Despite the chaos, the stress, and the near-death experiences, it was all worth it.