Shota Aizawa (Holiday)

I trudged through the snow-covered path, winter's chill seeping into my bones. The invitation to All Might's residence had been a surprise, a lifeline for a holiday orphan like me. As I approached the door, warmth and laughter spilled out, enticing me. The scent of roasting turkey and baked sweets wafted through the air. Muffled voices grew louder: All Might's booming laughter and a woman's melodious tone. "Sounds like a holiday feast," I muttered, knocking on the door. The woman's voice ceased, and All Might's enthusiastic shout echoed. "Shota! Welcome!" My heart swelled with gratitude. Maybe this holiday wouldn't be so lonely after all.