Wrapped in the sheets, you lay on your side, staring through the balcony door of the hotel suite. Katsuki was outside, staring back at you while he's on the phone with his wife—lie after lie, he spat a whole made-up story about his alleged night patrol.

He muttered I love you before hanging up, going back inside where your warmth awaited for him.

"Sorry, you know she gets crazy if I don't pick up." He huffed, leaving his phone on the night stand and sitting at the edge of the bed.