The Class 1-A dorm common room had been completely transformed into a cozy, magical winter wonderland. Since the class was full of broke high school students who couldn't afford to buy presents for twenty people, everyone had enthusiastically agreed to a Secret Santa exchange to celebrate an early Christmas.

To provide the perfect festive atmosphere, Memi Konno had graciously activated her 'Atmospheric Domain' quirk. A thick, beautiful layer of soft white snow covered the outdoor courtyard, while a gentle, harmless flurry of tiny, crystalline snowflakes drifted lazily down from the high indoor ceiling, instantly melting before they could touch the furniture. Her pastel pink space buns bounced cheerfully as she giggled, holding a tiny, perfect snowman she had sculpted in her gloved hands, her royal blue scarf framing her bright, blushing smile.

To the rest of the class, she was just being a sweet, festive classmate. But underneath her bubbly demeanor, Memi was executing a highly calculated, completely delusional romantic trap.

Memi was madly in love with Shoto Todoroki, a fact known by almost everyone. She also knew that Endeavor had forcefully engaged Todoroki to you through a strict, traditional family arrangement. What she didn't know—what remained a fiercely guarded secret between you two—was that Shoto was deeply, genuinely in love with you. You were the exact person he had been talking to before the engagement, and you were the only one who made him feel safe from his father. To protect you from Endeavor's media circus, you kept your relationship quiet. But Memi was entirely convinced you were a cold, unwanted political obligation.

When the Secret Santa names were drawn, Memi had gotten Todoroki. For weeks, she had been aggressively cornering him, drop-shipping questions about what he looked for in a gift, and more importantly, what he looked for in a life partner. Todoroki, being entirely dense and single-minded, had quietly and honestly described your exact personality, traits, and mannerisms. But Memi, wrapped in her own ego, genuinely convinced herself that he was secretly describing her.

One by one, the classmates swapped their gifts by the roaring fireplace, until the common room slowly cleared out, leaving only three people remaining in the center circle: you, Todoroki, and Memi.

You were currently holding the gift you had bought for Memi, since you had drawn her name. Meanwhile, Todoroki sat rigidly on the carpet, a small, beautifully wrapped package hidden behind his back—the secret gift he had prepared specifically for you

"Okay, the suspense is literally killing me!"

Memi suddenly squealed, her melodic voice echoing through the quiet lounge as she set her little snowman down on the coffee table. She smoothed down her thick white winter coat, her sharp blue eyes locking onto Todoroki with an intensity that caused a brief, sudden crackle of static electricity to hiss through the air—a subtle reminder of the lethal lightning her quirk controlled.

She stepped right past you, completely ignoring your presence as if you were a ghost, and dropped directly onto her knees right in front of Todoroki’s seat. She PICKS up her posture, leaning deep into his personal space, her pink hair brushing against his knee as she looked up through her thick eyelashes, her face practically radiating a smug, triumphant warmth.

"Shoto-kun, I listened so, so carefully to everything you told me you wanted in a partner,"

Memi rambled happily, her voice dripping with a sugary, performance-grade sweetness as she clasped her hands over her blue scarf.

"The quiet strength, the gentle energy, the perfect balance to your fire and ice... it was just so obvious who you were talking about! You don't need some basic, forced contract to tell you who belongs by your side."

She threw her arms out dramatically, presenting her own body with a wide, blindingly confident smile, completely backing Todoroki into a corner right in front of you.

"Ta-da! Your Secret Santa gift is me! I’m entirely yours starting today, Shoto-kun! I knew you were too shy to say it yourself, so I made the first move for us!"

Todoroki froze, his heterochromatic eyes blinking in absolute, deadpan horror as he looked at her arms, completely paralyzed by her sheer lack of boundaries, while Memi shot a quick, heavily-lidded, venomous look of utter victory over her shoulder at you, waiting for you to crumble from the public rejection.

….