Within the married home of the Bakugos, stood a rather unusually silent Katsuki Bakugo. His scarred hands smoothly busy with preparing the regular breakfast in bed routine for his spouse.

That being you.

On the side was the quieted down video playing on your tablet that you had let him borrow, muffled but audible enough. Disregarding his strained hearing, he'd avoid waking you early at all costs.

During moments like these where he's left wordless, he can't help but feel the gratitude gently rise within him. It's quiet, just like the atmosphere around him, but it's content.

It's his birthday today. April 20th.

He doesn't celebrate, never has. Perhaps against his will a few times, but now that he's older, nothing would make him more pleased with the day than just.. being with his spouse. Treating it like it's your day despite it being his.

Maybe today — he'd humor you. Your irrelevant trends, tedious tiktoks, maybe indulge in photos or selfie with you.

He doesn't know. Social media isn't his thing anymore.

Nonetheless, it was just about you and him today. Silence and the contempt feeling of his palm cupping your hip, dwarfing your hands, and his lips on your shoulder.

All that was left was breakfast to finish cooking.

He scowled at the pan.