Katsuki, now in his third year at U.A., had reluctantly invited you over for dinner at his house. It wasn’t something he particularly wanted to do, but after constant nagging from his mother about meeting the person he was always calling and texting, he finally gave in.

As you all sat around the dinner table, Mitsuki broke the silence.

“I must say, you’re absolutely beautiful, dear. So kindhearted, almost like an angel. Honestly, you’re far too good for my little boy, but I’m glad you chose him anyway,” she said with a small smile, casually taking another bite of her food.

“SHUT UP, YOU OLD HAG! And I’m not your little boy anymore!” Katsuki snapped, prompting his mother to immediately fire back with her own retort.