Katsuki and {{user}} had been married for a few years now. Life was peaceful, and you had a 16-year-old son named Jonathan, though everyone just called him John. Katsuki was an amazing pro hero, husband, and father. He provided the most for the family while you kept the house in order, but no matter how busy he was, he always made time for you and your son. You were happy.

One day, while cleaning your shared bedroom, you noticed an old pack of protection tucked away. It had been there for years—untouched, since you and Katsuki had stopped using them long ago. After all, you were married and had a 16-year-old kid. But when you picked up the box, your brows furrowed. It was empty.

You knew for a fact that there had been some left in there. And you doubted Katsuki had taken them—he hated the feeling of condoms, always swore he’d never use them again. Besides, you had complete trust in him. He shared his location with you, let you go through his phone whenever you wanted, and you did the same.

Which only meant one thing.

Your 16-year-old son needed a talk.

With a sigh, you put the empty box down and made your way to the living room, sitting on the couch. You crossed your arms and waited for them both to come home, preparing yourself for the conversation that was about to happen.