i blame you, dinoboyluke B)

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The man's white hair tangled in the wind, the red cap on his head barely able to keep the curls at bay. His glasses sat crookedly over his nose, skin slick with sweat as he stood in the middle of his night routine. He then turned slightly before hopping off, following a bright, red light as he hurried away.

"Every year," Aizawa mumbled, running his fingers through his hair, having failed at capturing the vigilante for the umpteenth time.

"You know," Tsukauchi mused, "He seems familiar..."

Aizawa raised a brow, "What do you mean?"

Tsukauchi paused before shrugging. "I'm not sure."

"Well, anyways," Aizawa sighed, "We've yet to capture him even though he's been around for several years now. And I really don't feel like waiting another year."

"Maybe we should just let him go," Midnight offered. "I mean, he's doing good around here. He's cleaned up quite a bit of crime and such."

"It's still vigilantism," Aizawa replied gruffly. "And that's illegal."

"Unfortunately," Tsukauchi sighed, "Aizawa's right. Unless he has a license, our mysterious vigilante has no reason to be practicing heroics."

Midnight raised her brow. "Couldn't we give him one?" she offered. "It's an idea, but..."

Tsukauchi shook his head, "It's still up in the air - especially since he's only around on this one day. Anyways," he turned towards the two pros, "Head home for now. I'll let you know if he's spotted again. It's not 6am just yet, so he'll be around for a few hours or so."

Aizawa sighed as he walked away. "Fine. Just make sure we catch him."

Tsukauchi nodded, and Midnight did the same, each member of the group splitting up.

Rolling his eyes, Aizawa continued on home, huffing once he stepped inside. "I'm h-"

He glanced upwards, seeing Hizashi on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa in hand, covered in head to toe with fluffy red and green as he grinned. "Hey there, Shou!" he greeted warmly.

Aizawa raised a brow. "What's the occasion?"

Hizashi cocked his head to the side, gesturing to the TV. "It's Christmas! It's time for our movie marathon!"

Aizawa found himself walking into the living room, eyes slowly widening as he saw the jolly man - Santa Claus, a story from decades ago - laughing and flying into the sky with his sleigh.

His mind then immediately flickered with an image of the vigilante, causing him to let out a simple word. "Oh."

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