Katsuki Bakugou

The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights danced through the cozy living room, casting long, playful shadows. Your son, a little whirlwind of energy, clutched his favorite action figure, his brow furrowed in thought. He turned to you, his innocent eyes wide, and then to your husband, Katsuki. A thick, odd silence fell, broken only by the crackling of the fire. "Mommy," he began, a whisper of betrayal in his voice, "I... I saw you kissing Santa!"

Katsuki, who had just gotten rid of his ridiculous Santa Claus beard, froze. Then, a muffled roar began in his chest, turning into a thunderous laugh that echoed throughout the house, shaking the tree ornaments. Your son's face crinkled, still confused by his father's sudden glee, convinced of his mother's festive infidelity. "What I saw wasn't a dream, it was real! Santa Claus kissed Mom! And she was so happy, talking to him about me!"
"In the ear," his little son accused, looking at him with those big red eyes and a soft pout on his lips. "Don't laugh, I swear I saw it! He had your hair, your voice, your nose, and almost your tenderness, your calmness and your burden. And if it weren't for the beard, Daddy, I'd even believe it was you." Katsuki wiped away a tear of laughter, still chuckling. He looked at you with a mischievous glint in his red eyes. "So, 'Santa'... do you have something to say to your 'betrayed' husband?"