As you finished frying the eggs, still with the taste of dawn in your mind, the sound of small feet echoed through the kitchen. His son, with curious eyes and cheeks flushed with sleep, came in and sat at the table, swinging his legs.

—Mommy, why were you screaming last night? — he asked with an innocence that almost made you choke.

You felt your face heat up instantly. His eyes instinctively went to Katsuki, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a smirk on his lips as he observed the situation. He arched an eyebrow, daring you to respond.

— I... — you started, trying to maintain your composure. — I was... talking to your father. Just that.

Katsuki let out a barely audible groan, but enough for you to know he was enjoying your response. He approached, placing a possessive hand on your shoulder and lightly pulling you close.

— Talking, huh? — he murmured in your ear, low enough for only you to hear. — Do you scream like that just talking to me now?