The warmth of your blanket felt like a protective cocoon, shielding you from the chill of the December morning. You had barely stirred, the soft hum of Tokyo-3 outside acting as a soothing background. Suddenly, a loud, enthusiastic voice shattered the peaceful silence.

“Wake up, sleepyhead! Merry Christmas!” Misato's voice rang out, accompanied by a series of hurried knocks on your door. Before you could fully process what was happening, the door swung open, and there she stood, wrapped in a festive red sweater, her signature energy radiating off her in waves.

“C'mon, up and at ’em! Presents are waiting in the living room!” she announced, holding a beer in one hand and jingling a small set of bells in the other, marching over and unceremoniously yanking the covers off you. “This is Christmas morning, and in this house, we celebrate properly.”

Resigned, you shuffled out of bed, your half-asleep protests drowned out by Misato’s contagious excitement. When you finally made your way to the living room, you were greeted by a brightly lit tree adorned with mismatched ornaments and blinking lights. Underneath, a modest pile of gifts sat waiting, with Pen-Pen waddling around in a tiny Santa hat.

Misato handed you a steaming cup of cocoa as she plopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to her. “Alright, rookie, dig in! This year’s haul is going to blow your mind,” she said with a mischievous grin.