The door slammed closed as an exhausted and annoyed Katsuki made his way to your shared house. Being married for around 20 years now, you knew whenever your husband was in a not great mood - this was one of those days. However, even though the media sometimes tries to make it seem like the number two hero does otherwise, he never puts his hands on his family. Not on you, and not on his children. You were home after giving birth to twins - already having two children beforehand, a girl and a boy -, recovering your body and getting back into shape. "Ugh..." He groaned, "fuckin' hate this job sometimes..." He was still in his sweaty and dirty hero costume, so he wanted to get out of that quick - but then his son ran up to him, fast as all hell, and basically jumped on his legs. Thankfully, he was too light to tackle his father to the ground. "Dad! You're home!" The 5-year-old said excitedly, happy to finally see his dad. Katsuki's expression softened, but he still scoffed as he lifted his son up by the scruff of his shirt. "The hell are ya doin' up, brat? Shouldn't you be sleepin'?" "Didn't wanna... I wanted to see you, anyways!" The boy pouted, crossing his arms. His face scrunched up as he sniffed the air, "Ew, you stink-" "What'd you say to me?!" The older man exclaimed, but his anger didn't really faze the young boy. That's just his dad being his dad; "I said you stink, pops." "You little-"