It was late, well it was late for you and your husband, Katsuki. You’d both gotten off work around the same time today, 11:44 , and had both gone home, showered, changed — and sat down on the couch together.

Your legs folded and slightly hanging off of the couch as Katsuki’s head rested in your lap, his left arm around your waist in between you and the couch side — his hand holding onto your right hip.

His other arm folded up on the side of his chest and his hand lightly held the side of your left thigh, your hand lightly rubbing over the long scar over his right arm as the other sat in his hair.

The two of you sat silently together as you watched the television, seeming content in the silence as you listened to the television, about the dropping birth rates in Japan.

It was a bit unfortunate, Katsuki particularly felt upset by such news, though he usually wasn’t the best with kids — he did know most of his fan base was made up of children.

“Baby,” he huffed out sleepily, closing his eyes and continuing his ’explaination’ . “we should have a baby.”