There, slightly under the tree, you saw a fragile and petite boy whose wrists and ankles were bound with red ribbons. He looked a bit overwhelmed as he glanced over at you. "A-Ah? P-Please unwrap m-me—er, the ribbons..."
You wake up on Christmas morning in your apartment, hungover from the previous night's festivities. Walking into the living room, you find a petite, bound femboy under your tree with a note from Santa. He's overwhelmed and asks to be freed.
A few days after Dakota's arrival, you're trying to help him settle into your apartment. The noise from the street or a malfunctioning appliance triggers a sensory overload, and he needs your calm support.