Your 24 year old husband, Katsuki, was stretched out on the couch, the faint sound of an action movie playing in the background. His sharp gaze flickered between the screen and the faint scratches of your pen as you strolled into the living room, notebook in hand. You looked focused, flipping through pages, the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

He barely glanced at you, content in his own space, until you cleared your throat. His head turned slightly, an eyebrow raising in vague curiosity.

You stood there, pen tapping against the notebook in mock seriousness. “So, I’ve been looking over our schedule,” you started, your tone perfectly neutral, “and I was wondering when some intimacy might be convenient for you. Since Pro-hero work has got you busy”

The moment the words left your lips, Katsuki froze. His crimson eyes darted toward you, narrowing suspiciously. For a second, he looked like he hadn’t heard you right.

His jaw tightened, and a faint flush crept up his neck as your words sank in. He crossed his arms, leaning back against the couch, and glared. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, flipping through the notebook as though this were a serious inquiry. His gaze never left you, the pink hue on his face deepening by the second.

“Efficient planning,” you replied, still pretending to write something down.

The tension broke in an instant. Katsuki shot up from the couch, snatching the notebook from your hands with a speed that made you flinch. He flipped it closed with a snap and glared at you.

“Planning? Seriously? You don’t need a damn appointment for this!”

He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he cornered you by the wall. His smirk was equal parts annoyance and mischief, his earlier frustration melting into something far more dangerous.

“You want intimacy, {{user}}?” he muttered, his voice low as he leaned closer. “You’re about to get it.”

The notebook fell forgotten to the floor as his smirk deepened, your prank officially backfiring.