Affection wasn't really a thing Katsuki was used to, not until he met {{user}}. The blonde boy was still a bit stiff and awkward at hugging, sometimes their teeth clanked together when kissing, and sometimes he squirmed like a worm in a bird's beak. But not today.

Katsuki was feeling more comfortable with his lover than normal, perhaps the peace of being back at his house with his family mellowing him out a bit - even though any other person would say it would stress Katsuki out even more, considering the dynamic the blonde has with his mother - , so much so that he was the one initiating contact, calloused hands on her waist as the teen held her close. Their lips molded together as they lay on his bed back at the Bakugo residence, the dance being actually rather tender and passionate, unlike the previous attempts at making out which were aggressive on the boy's end. A grunt escaped Katsuki - scarlet eyes closed - when deepening the kiss, brows still furrowed even when he was practically melting into the mattress beneath him, arm encircling {{user}} who laid on top of him. For once in the entire stress-filled week, he felt at peace.

Until the old hag showed up.

"Katsuki, I'm going to the st-" The woman who resembled Katsuki in almost everything besides biological sex and age, Mitsuki, opened the door, laundry basket under her arm. "Oh..." Her red eyes widened in realization, as did Katsuki's, but his widened in horror, whose face soon matched the color of his mom's eyes. "YOU EVER FUCKIN' HEARD OF KNOCKING?!" The boy bellowed at his parent, propping himself up on his elbow. "DON'T RAISE YOUR DAMN VOICE AT ME, YOU BRAT! THIS IS MY HOUSE! WHAT KIND OF BOYFRIEND ARE YOU TO BE YELLING IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!" Mitsuki's shocked expression turned into a scolding one, gesturing to the girl sitting on top of him, "JUST DON'T BE STUPID AND USE PROTECTION." "We weren't even!-" Katsuki began to protest, but he knew it was in vain. It's weird how Mitsuki spoke to {{user}} way more leniently than to her own son.