As promised alluded to as a possibility, I found time for a holiday omake this week. Behold the fruits of entire minutes researching Christmas traditions in Japan and elsewhere.
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Ah, Christmas Eve. A time for the lucky to be lovey-dovey with their significant others, the unlucky to resent their lack of a significant other to be lovey-dovey with, and one young man of rather debatable luck to cast desperately about for something, anything, to distract his growing collection of would-be significant others before anyone got upset or stabbed.
"Hey Yukari, are you looking forward to presents from Santa?" Tsukune was perhaps not the best in the world at thinking under pressure.
"Eh, my parents stopped giving me Christmas presents when I was six. I worked out the math to prove that even using time magic he couldn't possibly get to every house in one night, and they took me out for ice cream as a reward." Yukari smirked at Kurumu. "Yes, I'm afraid Santa isn't real. I know that must come as an awful shock."
Kurumu sniffed. "Please. I'm a succubus, you silly little girl. We know how to celebrate Christmas right, and it has nothing to do with some fat old man." She glommed onto Tsukune's arm and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Let me show you...<3"
Yeah, that distraction was a miserable failure.
Just when it seemed Tsukune was doomed to be subjected to a three-way tug-of-war, help came from an unexpected quarter. Jotaro and Mizore were usually content to stoically watch the antics of the rest of the group be Not Their Problem, but this time Mizore spoke up. "Christmas isn't just about Santa, you know. There's also the Krampus. He's a hairy giant with horns and a long tongue who whacks bad children in the legs with a stick."
"What the hell," inquired Tsukune.
"And if they've been really bad, he puts them in his sack and whisks them off to the underworld forever. My grandma used to tell me stories about him all the time."
"What the hell," repeated Tsukune, in case he wasn't clear the first time.
"I've read about something like that," mused Moka. "Except he took them to Spain, which never sounded like much of a punishment to me. Spain seems like a nice place."
"Seriously, what the hell. How did a day about a child-kidnapping maniac turn into something romantic?" asked Tsukune, who had by this point been distracted from the fact that he was trying to distract people from thoughts of romance.
"It makes perfect sense to me," said Mizore, glancing at Jotaro and smiling slightly. "A huge scary man beating up bad people? Very romantic." Can we hold hands?
Jotaro glowered fondly at her. Why not. It's Christmas.
It shouldn't have been cute. He was a violent delinquent. She was a creepy stalker. Put together they were about as emotive as half a person.
It shouldn't have been cute.
It shouldn't have made the others jealous.
It certainly shouldn't have lasted the way it did, long after most high school couples break up. But that, dear readers, is a story for another time.