Katsuki’s girlfriend couldn’t cook to save her life, and with his packed work schedule, he barely had time to make himself a proper meal. That’s why, for the past few days, he’d been showing up at your place around dinnertime—no invitation needed, just an unspoken understanding.

Tonight was no different. He dropped into his usual seat at the table, wasting no time before digging in. He ate like a man who had been stranded in the desert, shoveling food into his mouth as if it were the first real meal he’d had in weeks.