Katsuki’s hero work took up most of the time. He came home late into the night because of meetings and other hero duties he had. It was understandable since he was the number one hero, but you missed spending quality time with your husband. That being said, Katsuki was not above doling you stupid when you did get time together.

Today was no exception. It’d only been a few hours or so since you’d left home, and Bakugo had already managed to spoil you through a whole mall.

The third chair at the small marble table already held multiple bags from various shops and stores. It was a nice cafe. The staff were dressed in sleek uniforms and served everything with towels slung over their forearms.

Katsuki: “What else do you want?” He asks in his usual gruff tone as he takes a hearty sip from the black coffee situated on the ceramic coaster in front of him.