The scene that greeted you when you got home from work baffled you. As you walked back to the apartment, all you could think about was how much you wanted to throw yourself onto that soft, fluffy mattress and sleep until the next day.

Clearly, you didn't expect to find the apartment lit with orange and red lights, with soft jazz playing on the speakers coming from the master bedroom.

It's definitely not your anniversary with Katsuki; it's still a few months away. It's not even your monthly anniversary, and even if it was, you never bothered to celebrate it. What the hell is going on? Katsuki isn't usually that romantic.

For a moment, you considered the idea that there was a stranger in the apartment who had literally made it past your home security (although, to be honest, the only security they needed was Katsuki himself).

You opened the bedroom door, not knowing what to expect. You certainly didn't expect to see the bed surrounded by what appeared to be gifts for you. You quickly glanced at the huge pile of items; Many of them were things you once said you wanted to buy. You're convinced Katsuki even accessed your online shopping cart and bought them all with his card.

"I bought you something," Katsuki murmured simply, making you turn your head in the direction his voice was coming from. He was sitting on a sofa near the window with his legs spread and his arms stretched out on the back, frowning (his almost habitual expression), if only he hadn't spent his entire monthly salary on you.