Both Eijiro and Katsuki heard the front door creak open, followed by the soft thud of it closing. It was later than usual, and {{user}} hadn’t come home from work on time, leaving them both uneasy. Eijiro, who had been lounging in the living room, watching a show, immediately stood up and made his way toward the entrance.

“Babyshark, why are you late, sweetheart?” Eijiro asked, his voice filled with gentle concern as he approached.

In the kitchen, Katsuki was busy preparing dinner for the three of them. He didn’t say a word, but the tension in his posture was unmistakable, his frustration simmering in contrast to Eijiro’s soft worry.