Hey! Fluffy christmas present exchanges between the Uncrowned Kings and their fem s/o?
I haven’t opened my gifts yet (It’s currently 11 AM on Christmas day here) so I’m writing this and it feels super Christmassy :)
Hanamiya: “Is this for me, Makoto?” You couldn’t hide the wide, gleeful smirk that spread across your features at the hastily wrapped present from your boyfriend. He was never one for presents, especially on anniversaries or special occasions, but he always paid whenever you went out to eat. This was something new. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes at you and crossed his pajama-clad legs together. “Just open it.” You tore away the poorly wrapped green Christmas paper to reveal a pink Victoria’s Secret box. You cocked an eyebrow at Hanamiya. “Just open it. Don’t ask how I got it… It was fucking embarassing.” You stifled a snigger as you imagined your boyfriend walking into the lingerie store, picking something out for you. As you lifted the pink lid off the box, your lips formed a gasp of surprise. It wasn’t anything extremely sexy or revealing, contrary to your expectations, but it was simple black (slightly short) satin kimono. “I expected, like, a garter or something equally kinky,” you giggled, as you leaned over to wrap your arms around your gruffly stiff boyfriend. “Thought that would be something you’d wear in the house when I’m not around,” he mutters into your ear, as his right hand presses your head into the curve of his neck. When you pulled away from his embrace, Makoto’s face had a small, strange grin on it. “Oh yeah, and thanks for the shoes, babe,” he nodded nonchalantly towards your nicely wrapped package underneath the tree. Damn him, you thought. Always one to go through your stuff. As if he could read your mind, a smirk was plastered across his features as he said, “Gotta make sure you’re not buying expensive shit for other men.”
(Teppei’s a freakin’ troll) “Promise me you can’t shake the box,” your boyfriend said, his large hands steadying yours before you could open the gigantic square package. “Why?” you were sorely tempted to shake the box, just for the heck of it, but his hands held yours in place. “Promise me, ______!” “Fine, I won’t shake the box,” you rolled your eyes and set the item down before you between your legs. The first layer was very nicely wrapped in striped sparkly red and white paper that reminded you of candy canes. As you peeled off the gold bow, you were confronted with another layer of wrapping paper, this time in green and gold. “Are you kidding me, Teppei? GIVE ME THE SCISSORS.” You tried diving for the scissors on the edge of the table, but Kiyoshi’s hands quickly snatched them from your grasp. “You didn’t let me do that, when you made me open a box full of newspapers!” You sniggered at the thought of Kiyoshi’s expression minutes ago when you made him open a fake package. In reality, you had a stuffed stocking on the side filled with basketball-themed gifts and a matching ugly Christmas sweater. It was so worth it to see his expression, however. You sighed in relief as the wrapping paper revealed a simple brown box, which you quickly tore off the lid. Inside, however, there was a large foiled package in sandwich wrap. At this point, Teppei was on the floor laughing at your expression. He was shaking with his loud chuckles and muttered something incoherent along the lines of Vaseline. “Teppei, give me the scissors.” He willingly handed them over, as it would be impossible for you to open the sandwich-wrapped package that had extra stickiness due to the Vaseline he applied on after every layer. “Last one. I promise babe,” his hand rubs your lower thighs in anticipation as you pry open the final small box underneath the aluminum foil and sandwich-wrap. You fell speechless at the sight before you. A beautiful rose gold watch lay cradled between the fabric of a familiar basketball jersey. “You didn’t have to!” you groaned, placing the gift down to attack your boyfriend’s torso with a tight hug. “I know. But I love you,” he chuckles, pulling you closer to him.
(I feel like Nebuya and his girlfriend would go light on the presents since they eat together so much LOL) “Let’s open it together, okay?” Your feet intertwined around your boyfriend’s ankles from across the table as you both were enjoying your Christmas breakfast. He nods, and you both traded two same-sized packages across the table, careful to not let it touch the food. Funny thing was, you basically had an idea of what your present was, since you had to help Nebuya wrap his gifts and ended up wrapping your own too. Therefore, both your gifts had the same wrapping paper and were in the same boxes. Since Nebuya is useless at wrapping, he snuck into your house to steal one of your gift boxes, placed your gift inside, and made you wrap it. “Three, two, one!” you counted down, as you both tore away the red Merry Christmas paper. Your boyfriend was done before you, and he held up two pairs of Nike Elite socks with absolute glee. His smile warmed your heart. “Aw, babe…thank you.” It was quite strange for you to see sappy Nebuya, but the basketball-themed gifts really struck home in his heart, especially once he saw the basketball-shaped coffee mug you got for him. Now, it was your turn. You gasped in surprise as you saw that he had gotten you the special edition books of your favorite manga. Underneath the small stacks of books was a gift card to your favorite restaurant, and you burst out into laughter at this realization. “Was this for me or for you?” you said, as your boyfriend joined you in laughter. “It’s for us,” he finally said, continuing your footsie game from under the table. “Let’s finish our breakfast before it gets cold,” Nebuya said as you both dug into the snowmen shaped pancakes that you made that morning.
Hayama: “You’re gonna love it!” your enthusiastic boyfriend assured you as he brought out a huge bag stuffed with a tower of tissue paper. “Wow,” you said, blinking at the impressive sight. “I didn’t know what to get you, so I just got you everything!” You facepalmed at Kotaro’s actions. If you weren’t there to keep him in check, he tended to get lost in his own enthusiasm. “This is why I have to be there when we shop,” you rolled your eyes as Hayama planted a kiss on your exasperated expression. “It’s okay, you’re worth it, ______,” he said, before settling down on the couch next to you. As you pulled out the gifts, you chuckled at the spontaneity of each: a coffee tumbler that resembled a polar bear, a Baymax key chain, a huge box of chocolates, and a pillow that resembled a donut. “Do you love it?” your boyfriend’s eyes were wide in anticipation as he judged your reaction. You pulled his face close to gently kiss his cheek. “I love it, but you’re going to love yours more~” you said in a sing-songy voice. That was enough to propel your boyfriend into action. He quickly ripped past the layer of wrapping paper and was openmouthed in surprise at the skateboard. “You’ve been pining over that thing for the past month,” you commented, wrapping your arms around his torso. “You know me so well, _______.” He hastily kisses your lips before getting the skateboard out of its box. “I’ve GOT to try this today, babe. This is the best gift ever!”
Mibuchi: “Oooooo, is that for me?” your boyfriend daintily clapped his hands together as you placed the beautifully packaged bag in front of him. “No, it’s for me, silly,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Dear, I asked that for emphasis on the excitement,” he said, sassing you back. “You know I love you,” he added, as he began to rummage through his gifts. It was always great to see Mibuchi’s expression on anything you got him, especially since you spent so much time brainstorming the perfect gift. You ended up getting him three silk handkerchiefs for his formal wear and a nice suede scarf. Knowing Reo, he would prefer a gift he would rather use but he was always too prideful to ask you for it. “It’s lovely, ______,” your boyfriend said as he admired the gifts. “Just like you,” he added, getting out of his seat besides you. “You’re going to LOVE what I bought you, and us!” He left you confusedly sitting there for a minute, as he rummaged through his closet to reveal a simple silver bag with red tissue paper on top of it. “Merry Christmas,” he said, holding it out for you. Inside the bag was a perfume set of your favorite scent and as you dug deeper, you pulled out a beautifully handknit sweater. “I made it,” your boyfriend said, smirking slightly. He showed you the sweater he was wearing and the obvious mistakes on its hem. “I made mine first, so it’s a bit uglier than yours, but we can match now.” Your face lit up in a grateful smile - grateful for your boyfriend and his thoughtfulness…even his sass too. “Let’s match and snuggle, Reo,” you suggested, pulling him down on the comfy sofa beside you.