the sound of boots getting kicked off at the foyer is the only greeting you get on occasion. it’s rare and unpleasant, but sometimes your husband comes home from work in a thunderous mood, caked in blood and dirt, with no desire to verbalize any details about his day.

tonight is one of those nights.

and you can’t help but resent it, if just a little. because it’s not just the two of you anymore but the little five year old girl that comes running at him, squealing with delight as she clings to katsuki’s leg.

“appa!” she greets.

katsuki gives her a wan smile at best. “settle down, brat.”