Your new apartment was a disaster zone. Boxes were scattered everywhere, some half-open, some mysteriously stacked in places that made no sense. Clothes were draped over the couch like you’d tried and failed to unpack them properly. And in the middle of it all was your boyfriend, Katsuki, locked in a heated battle with a lamp that clearly didn’t fit where he was trying to shove it.

He grunted, jaw clenched, muscles flexing as he wedged the poor thing between the couch and the wall like sheer force would somehow make it work.