It was a tranquil evening, the kind that wrapped the world in a soft, calming glow. Katsuki stirred awake to find the space beside him empty, and a deep frown formed on his face. He sat up with a disgruntled huff, rubbing his face with a mix of frustration and sleepiness.

“{{user}}?” he called out, though he knew his voice would carry little weight tonight. Without his hearing aids, he couldn’t catch the sound of your response, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Determined, he got up and shuffled out of the room, his expression sulky.

The kitchen was bathed in bright light, a stark contrast to the dimness of their bedroom. Katsuki made his way there, his frown deepening as he spotted you at the stove, lost in the rhythm of cooking. With a soft, almost hesitant step, he approached you.

“My love…” he murmured sleepily, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He rested his head on your shoulder, the warmth of your body a comfort against his. “I’m not wearing my hearing aids,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled but filled with the familiar tenderness that came out when he was with you.