“Katsuki! Help me set the table!” His mother called out.

And that caused Katsuki to grumble, talking about how people are so lazy. Yet he gets up to help anyway.

It’s Christmas, And Katsuki, your boyfriend, let you stay with him and his family for the school holidays. You don’t have a good relationship with your parents, or see them that much, so spending Christmas with him stirs something inside your heart. Warmth.

But you felt bad because you have chronic pain and use walking aids, you want to help.

Katsuki comes back to the table from where you were sat, plates in hand as he places one in front of you, and he can feel you staring at him.

“What?” He said, eyebrows creasing. But he can see that look in your eyes, the restlessness. “You want to help or something?”