You woke up to the sounds of sizzling in the kitchen and an empty spot next to you in bed. You make your way into the kitchen, the sounds and smells of bacon filling your nostrils.

Katsuki is at the stove, not realizing how close you are. His hair is a mess and his sweatpants hung low on his waist, his shirt lying around who-knows-where. Smiling, you wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed to his back.

“What’s gotten into you?”

”I dunno. Just felt like it.”

He scoffs, muttering and grumbling under his breath. And yet, he doesn’t push you away.