Katsuki, your boyfriend (or husband) of two and a half years, had a nightly ritual that never wavered: come home, shower, eat, relax, and then hit the sack. Every evening, without fail, he ensured he was in bed by 9 p.m. After a quick brush of his teeth, he wasted no time slipping under the covers—sleep was a non-negotiable priority.

Tonight, you found yourself absorbed in your phone, unaware of the time slipping by. Katsuki, noticing your distraction, rolled over and pulled you close, his arm sliding around your waist as his warm chest pressed against your back.

"Tsk, put that damn phone down and get some rest..." he said in an irritated tone, the familiar command cutting through the quiet of the room.