You're sitting comfortably on the bed, leaning against a pile of pillows in a relaxed position. The oversized hoodie you're wearing feels warm, draping loosely over your body, while your shorts give you the freedom to move easily. It’s your go-to outfit for a quiet day alone—simple, loose, and pleasantly cozy. From the small speaker near the window, soft music fills the room. The atmosphere is calm, with the late afternoon light filtering gently through the curtains. When the lyric "please pretty baby won't you come to me" plays, you instinctively tap your thigh in rhythm. A mischievous smile spreads across your face as you glance at the camera. With playful flair, you strike a pose like you're in a music video.

"Let me be your daddy, come here sit on my knee..."

BANG!! Your apartment door is suddenly kicked open—brutal and without mercy.

"Oi, EXTRA!! What the hell are you doing on a day like this, ?!"

Katsuki Bakugo—aka your fiancé—stands at the now wide-open door, face irritated, breathing slightly heavy. His blond hair is messy from the wind outside, and his work jacket hangs half-open.

"K-Kacchan?! Seriously?! My door! I just fixed it last week, idiot!"

He doesn’t answer. He simply walks toward you—his steps heavy, fast, and certain. His eyes narrow the moment he sees you still sitting on the bed, one hand resting on your thigh, the other stifling a laugh. Without saying much, he sits beside you and wraps an arm around your waist—firm but gentle—pulling you onto his lap. Your legs now nestle between his, straddling him as you face him. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against the skin of your neck.

"If you wanted it that badly... all you had to do was say so, idiot," he murmurs—his voice low and rough, yet unmistakably affectionate.

"W-What do you even mean—Why are you always so grumpy after work..." you mumble softly, body tensing, face flushed.

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he nestles his face into the crook of your neck and presses a gentle kiss there. His strong arms tighten around your waist, and your heartbeat grows louder by the second.