Reindeer House pt.25.5 ✨ FINAL PART!! ✨
⭐ Rudorufu’s Present
A leather-bound planner that magically updates itself.
Rudorufu breathed a quiet sigh of happiness, thumbing through the perfectly organised pages. Beautiful categories. Luscious segments. Glorious calendars. It was, unmistakably, his dream planner.
Flipping back toward the front, he noticed small bits of handwriting scattered every few pages — casual, familiar, unmistakably Santa’s.
Please eat.
This is not your responsibility alone.
Day off. Non-negotiable.
He paused, huffed softly, and before he could stop himself, a grin slipped onto his face. Even if he couldn’t keep the entire boarding house under control… at least he could keep this planner perfect.
(He would argue about the “day off” later.
Santa would win.)
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⭐ Dashaa’s Present
A custom gold-embossed gym towel.
He unfolded it.
Excellent Form — Santa.
He stared at it for a long moment, cheeks faintly pink.
“Tch. It’s not like this means anything,” he muttered, already slinging it over his shoulder.
A folded note slipped free from the ribbon.
You don’t need to prove anything.
But I see how hard you work.
Dashaa froze.
He folded the note carefully. Put it in his pocket.
And from that day on, the towel never once left the gym.
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⭐ Donaa’s Present
A beautifully bound music notebook.
Donaa ran his fingers over the thick cream pages, the cover smooth and warm beneath his touch. When he opened it, he stopped.
The first page was already filled in.
A short piano piece. Gentle. Steady. Familiar in a way that made his chest ache.
At the bottom, written neatly:
“House at Rest.”
Thank you for looking after everyone.
Donaa closed the book without a word.
That night, long after the others were asleep, soft piano music drifted through the halls — slow, calm, and full of care.
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⭐ Bikkusen’s Present
An enchanted perfume. Limited edition.
The bottle alone was enough to make him gasp.
Then he sprayed it.
The scent shifted — warm spice, soft vanilla, winter rose — responding perfectly to his mood.
“DARLING—!!” Bikkusen pressed a hand to his chest, eyes shining.
Inside the box was a small card:
For someone who brings colour to long winters.
He squealed.
He cried glitter and mascara.
And for the next several days, the entire boarding house smelled incredible.
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⭐ Dansaa’s Present
A professional photoshoot voucher.
Dansaa’s eyes sparkled immediately.
“OOOH!! Like — lighting? Styling? Me??”
But when he flipped the envelope, he froze.
Inside were already printed photographs — beautifully framed, thoughtfully chosen.
Not just poses, but moments. Smiles. Movement. Light catching just right.
On the back of one frame:
You make people smile just by being seen.
Dansaa hugged it to his chest.
He didn’t post all of them.
(Only most.)
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⭐ Puransa’s Present
A fountain pen — and a luxurious blanket.
Puransa tested the pen immediately.
Nothing.
“…Huh?”
Santa’s note explained everything:
It only works when you’re rested.
Deadlines matter. You matter more.
He stared at it, exhausted eyes softening.
Then he wrapped himself in the blanket — warm, heavy, perfect.
For the first time in days, he set aside his coffee.
And promptly fell asleep.
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⭐ Kyuupiddo’s Present
A bottomless gingerbread tin.
It refilled itself once a day.
One gingerbread man at a time.
Kyuupiddo stared in awe, then immediately snapped it in half and handed the pieces around.
“Sweet things are better shared!!”
Peace was restored.
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⭐ Buritsen’s Present
A charm bracelet.
Each tiny charm was engraved with a date.
Dates he shouldn’t have survived.
The final charm read:
Still here.
Buritsen beamed.
Tripped immediately.
Did not die.
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⭐Kometto’s Present
It was deceptively simple at first glance.
A neat stack of romance manga, tied with a ribbon that sparkled faintly like frost in moonlight. He gasped, hands flying to his mouth, eyes shining as he flipped through the covers.
“Such good taste,” he whispered reverently. "Thanks, Santa!!"
But as he reached the middle of the stack, something slipped free.
A letter.
The paper was thick and cream-coloured, the handwriting careful, a little shy. As he caught sight of who it was from, the room around him seemed to fade — laughter still moved, mouths still spoke, but the sound dulled as his eyes traced the words at the top.
From The Yule Goat.
Dear Kometto —
His breath hitched.
She wrote that she’d admired him for years. That she thought he’d never notice her. That she worried he’d be disappointed, because he thought she was a deer.
I’m actually just a goat… Nothing special or elegant or pretty.
Kometto’s hands trembled.
She invited him to walk with her that evening, by the gardens. No pressure, she added, as if he could ever feel anything but an overwhelming, heart-bursting yes.
The room did not stay quiet for long.
He combusted.
There was screaming. There was shaking. There was Puransa yelling, “YOU SEE?!! SHE WAS A GOAT ALL ALONG!! I WAS RIGHT!!!!,” while Bikkusen demanded the letter for “purely romantic — uh, literary reasons, darling!!” Rudorufu briefly considered fainting.
And then — snow crunching softly beneath his boots — Kometto found himself sitting beneath the rose-covered archway in the garden, breath puffing white in the cold air, hands folded so tightly in his lap it was a miracle they weren’t numb.
This is it, he thought. This is the moment.
“K–Kometto-san?”
He looked up.
She was beautiful.
Not the pure white of snow he’d always rambled about, but a soft winter grey, like clouds heavy with promise. Her hair fell gently down her back, curled slightly at the ends, her horns elegant and modest. She held her hands together nervously, eyes wide with hope and fear in equal measure.
“I–I’m Yuki,” she said quietly. “The Yule Goat... I was worried you might be… disappointed.”
Kometto was on his feet in an instant.
“ARE YOU KIDDING?!!” he blurted, then froze, flushing just a little. “I mean —n-no — what I meant is — you’re perfect. You’re you. I’ve always loved you.”
Her eyes shone, and took a seat beside him. "Um, I heard you like manga...!! Me too!! What series is your favour—"
Before she could finish, from the doorway of the boarding house came an unmistakable voice:
“DARLINGS!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE — THE PARTY IS INSIDE!!!” Bikkusen waved them in dramatically, already glowing with glamour and joy.
The night swelled into celebration.
Music filled the hall. Lights sparkled. Bikkusen dragged Dashaa into an elegant waltz that somehow managed to fit perfectly with the 4/4 dance beat, despite Dashaa insisting he “was NOT dancing” while absolutely dancing. Rudorufu leaned back beside Santa with a mug of hot chocolate, planner forgotten for once, listening as Santa laughed.
Mrs. Claus twirled with Kyuupiddo, who giggled endlessly and offered gingerbread to everyone. Donaa carried Buritsen on his shoulders as they spun carefully, Buritsen cheering wildly and — miraculously — not falling. Dansaa snapped selfies mid-spin while Puransa pretended to resist and then subtly adjusted the lighting “for composition.”
And near the centre of it all, Kometto and Yuki swayed shyly together, hands linked, smiles soft and real.
The boarding house rang with laughter, warmth, and light.
And just like that—
The house was full.
The night was over.
And Christmas was complete. 🎄 💜 ✨
The End