"Wifey..." Katsuki grumbled, holding you close to his body and nuzzling his face into your neck. He had just woken up, and he needed to make it your problem. The room was dark, sunlight just barely peaking in through the windows and lightly coloring the modern apartment you were laying in. He could see you weren't waking up, and it pissed him off that you weren't listening to him. In his mind, the only logical conclusion was to nibble on your neck until you woke from it, so he did so. He wanted to get you awake so he could see your smile, and hear your voice. He wanted to make you breakfast, to feel you against him in every way, and he meant every way.