A/N: Here it is: the last drabble. I want to thank all of you so much for taking the time to read my little stories and to even review them. I greatly appreciate you all doing that; you seriously don't know how much it means to mean. Have a Merry Christmas, everybody! R&R. Enjoy!

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On the Twelfth Day of Christmas: Christmas

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Hiro smiled brightly as he watched his friends, his brother, and his aunt crowd around the small kitchen in his home. It was Christmas Eve and they had had an amazing dinner together, like one big family, and now, everyone was getting tea or coffee or whatever they wanted to drink to go along with their cookies, the dessert to top of the wonderful meal his aunt had made. A year ago, he had never thought that he'd bear witness to something like this. Christmas had always been Aunt Cass, Tadashi, and himself. That was it. No one else.

But now…

Now that he and Tadashi were both attending SFIT and had the same group of friends – which was awesome, by the way – their small family had grown to include Gogo, Wasabi, Honey Lemon, and Fred. Hiro had never minded it only ever being Aunt Cass, Tadashi and himself, but with their friends here with them this year, it was nice. It was nice to have a full house, to have this big family.

His parents had died when he was three. He didn't remember anything about them. Whenever Tadashi showed him pictures of them, all Hiro saw were strangers. But with their friends here with them, it felt like he had a family, a normal, average family – well, as normal as the nerd herd could get, he supposed – one that was big and whole and full of laughter and love and happiness.

He smiled fondly at them as he watched from the kitchen table. Fred was talking to Honey Lemon, saying something that was making her blush – they were almost sickeningly sweet together, but Hiro didn't mind - while Wasabi was helping Aunt Cass out with the cookies, talking to her about recipes and all of that good stuff – Hiro hoped that Aunt Cass wouldn't actually take Wasabi's advice and try to make her goodies healthy; healthy cookies, for real? And Gogo was talking to Tadashi about something relating to their individual projects, popping her gum every so often out of habit. Watching them like this, being able to see the wonderful picture they painted, filled Hiro's heart with a warmth that used to only spread throughout his being whenever Tadashi was around.

Tadashi, his big brother, his boyfriend, his most important person…

Hiro couldn't help but watch him; it was a bad habit that he just could not break. Tadashi was so handsome, the best looking guy Hiro had ever seen, and he was so nice and amazing and good. Knowing that he was Hiro's only made the genius' heart swell even more so than it already was. He knew that no one was perfect – perfection didn't technically exist – but Hiro swore that Tadashi was perfect for him, in every way, shape, and form.

With his belly full and his body warm, Hiro must have fallen asleep for just a few minutes because the next thing he knew, he was being shaken gently. Opening his eyes, he met the warm, tender brown ones of his brother and he smiled at him.

"Hey, are you okay? You fell asleep for a little bit," Tadashi asked him, a small and loving smile gracing his handsome face. Hiro nodded and yawned just enough to get his brother chuckling.

"I'm perfectly fine," Hiro said. Tadashi shook his head and cupped the back of his neck, his fingers caressing through his hair there and causing him to shiver. Leaning forward, Tadashi pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and Hiro's smile softened into the most loving expression he could muster.

One of the best things about his family was that they had accepted the love he shared with Tadashi without disgust or mortification, without judgment or hatred. As long as they were both happy and healthy and safe, Aunt Cass and the others didn't care that Hiro loved Tadashi like a lover and vice versa. Actually, he recalled with a chuckle, their friends had taken bets on how long it'd take them to end up together. Gogo, of course, had won, having keen eyes and an understanding of both Hamada brothers that was almost frightening. Regardless, it had been the ultimate blessing that everyone they had cared about stood by them, although Aunt Cass had impressed upon Tadashi that if he ever hurt her little Hiro, he was in for it big time.

"Everyone! Christmas photo!" Honey Lemon called and before Hiro could blink, Tadashi was pulling him out of his seat and hauling him over to the others.

Crouching down slightly in front so that he could hold Hiro, Tadashi stood behind him while the others filed in. Honey clicked her phone and squeal with happiness and delight at the picture they had all taken together as a family. Hiro had to admit that it was one of the best pictures ever. Laughing, he stayed glued to Tadashi's side until the others said their good-byes and went home to spend time with their own perspective families on Christmas Day.

"I think that that was the best party we've ever had!" Aunt Cass gushed as she began cleaning up the kitchen.

"Here, let me help you, Aunt Cass," Tadashi offered, only to have their aunt stop him dead in his tracks with a wooden spoon.

"I can handle this little mess on my own. You two go upstairs and get ready for bed or Santa will never come and bring you your presents!" she threatened, her glinting eyes making the smile on her face intimidating.

"Okay, okay, you win," Tadashi said, holding his hands up in surrender. "Night, Aunt Cass."

"Love you, Aunt Cass!" Hiro called as he followed his brother up stairs to their shared bedroom.

"I love you, too!" their aunt called.

Once they were showered and in their pajamas, Hiro fell into bed beside Tadashi and cuddled up against his side. An arm wrapped around his smaller form immediately and pulled him closer while Tadashi reached up and turned off the light. Darkness flooded their room and Hiro sighed in happiness, his eye lids drooping with sleep and exhaustion after a day full of activity. He felt Tadashi nuzzled his hair with his nose, occasionally pressed kisses to his messy hair.

"I love you, Hiro," Tadashi whispered, kissing his ear. Hiro opened his eyes and turned his head so that he was looking into those familiar, warm brown eyes he adored with all of his heart and soul.

"I love you too, Tadashi," Hiro replied and was met with a loving, tender kiss. Sighing again, Hiro melted in his brother's arms and kissed him, just enjoying the press of his lips against Tadashi's, his body soaking up the heat radiating from his older brother.

"Get some sleep, Hiro," Tadashi whispered to him softly, pressing kisses to his lips, his cheek, and his forehead. Hiro hummed in happiness and laid his head on Tadashi's broad chest, listening to his heart beat.

This, Hiro thought, was what Christmas was really about. Spending time with the people that you loved and that loved you in return, making new and happy memories while recalling the old ones, eating and laughing and having a merry and jolly old time. This was what Christmas was all about. This felt like Christmas. And this was a feeling that he could get used to for the rest of his life.