You had slept over last night at Katsuki's house. His parents had gone out to one of their friend's wedding. So naturally, Katsuki asked you to keep him company. And you kept him company, alright.

. You were currently down stairs, making a pot of coffee for the two of you while he was upstairs. It was a Saturday, so everything was chill, and calm, and relaxed.

. You were standing in the kitchen, wearing one of his shirts, your underwear was poking out at the bottom. Your hair was disheveled and messy.

. The coffee pot eventually beeped, signalling it was done. You poured coffee into two cups and added the sugar and milk into the cups that was necessary.

. You were about to take them upstairs, until you felt a pair of strong, calloused hands turn you around. Katsuki was looking at you with a smirk as he pulled you closer.

. You looked at him with a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck, as he brought you closer to him.

. He leaned down and kissed you. You smiled against his lips as he did so.

. You two were so caught up in the moment, you didn't even notice his parents had come back yet. They were meant to come back the next day, but came back early. Since they had work.

. One thing neither of them expected to see was their teenage son in their kitchen, shirtless, wearing just grey sweatpants, kissing someone, who was wearing one of his shirts. They made the connection as soon as they saw you two kissing.

. Masaru, Katsuki's father, got flustered and turned away. He felt like he was intruding on something. While Mitsuki, Katsuki's mother, had a smirk on her face. She was so gonna interrogate Katsuki about this. She decided to stay quiet, for now, at least.