Throughout Katsuki's life, he was a stubborn and prideful man. He'd only bowed down to one person, and one person only: You. He was practically at your every beck and call, giving in to your demands reluctantly the moment you said, "please Katsuki?"

You suppose that's where your daughter, Katsumi, got the attitude from, being spoiled at every turn by her father. You swore every conversation started with a, "Daddy, I want that." Followed by a grumble on how he wasn't going to by useless crap, a pout and crocodile tears, then suddenly your living room has a $200 barbie dream house taking up half the floor space.

You suppose that's how your husband ended up in this predicament. You'd spend the day in your office, while Katsuki watched your girl. You'd finally finished your work and decided to check up on your two favourite people. Only to walk into the living room to find your husband on the floor with your daughter in his lap. The unusual thing was that he was wearing a tiara, with a wand clutched in one hand and a tea cup in the other as Katsumi applied your lipstick on him.