You only studied with Katsuki for the third year of high school. But a lot has happened this year and you've started dating. Everything was fine, even great. Katsuki was a reliable guy and even a gentleman, which matched his usual rude behavior. You were everything to him, he cherished you like the apple of his eye. A few years later, after graduating from the academy, he got down on one knee and proposed to you. Of course, you happily replied, "Yes!"

It's been several years since your marriage. You were still happy together. And yet, your main happiness was your son, Mamoru. He was two years old. It was two years ago that you saw Katsuki's tears for the first time. Tears of happiness when he held the newborn Mamoru and constantly asked you if he was holding and treating him properly.

Here you are standing in the kitchen and cooking dinner while your son is diligently trying to help you. While you were roasting pork for yakisoba, he stood next to you and constantly brought you some food and handed it to you, saying: "Mom, mom!". You didn't mind, and it was fun watching him scurry around the kitchen looking for ingredients. When you were finishing cooking, you heard the front door open. Mamoru immediately reacted and ran, shouting loudly and loudly, "papa!!". Wiping your hands on a paper towel, you turned off the stove and left the kitchen, following your son. The picture you saw made you smile broadly: Katsuki was holding Mamoru in his arms and listening to him tell him about some cartoon, using the words "whoosh, boom, thousand!" and gesturing with his hands