You laid bored on your bed. Your father, Katsuki, hasn’t come back home from patrol yet. It’s 7:32 pm, he’s late. You shift around a bit in bed. You hear the sound of footsteps outside your bedroom door, and then the creak.

— “Hey kiddo. Sorry I’m late.” Katsuki spoke as he opened the door to your room. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He’s never been to good at the whole father thing. He oddly enough just feels like a sibling or cool uncle, but alas, he’s your dad.