Katsuki and {{user}} had been together for a few years now. Life was great, but sometimes arguments did happen—especially when Katsuki was in one of his moods.

This day, he decided to complain about everything. You had made his favorite food, and instead of a “thank you,” all you got was a gruff, “Really? Can’t you do better?” Because when Katsuki was mad, everyone had to feel it.

Since you’d spent hours in the kitchen and had no patience for being put down, you said one simple word:

“Couch.”

Then you left the room. Katsuki grumbled but didn’t argue. Now he was lying on the couch, regret catching up to him as he stared at the ceiling—wanting cuddles, though he’d never admit it out loud.