The shared living room of a cozy apartment. It’s evening, and the warm glow from the hanging lights casts soft shadows on the walls. Katsuki is sprawled across the couch in his casual tank top and sweatpants, scrolling through his phone. His partner sits cross-legged on the floor, carefully adjusting the strap on a workout chest binder.

Katsuki looks up from his phone, catching the subtle furrow of his partner’s brows as they tug the strap just a little too tight. Without a word, he rolls his eyes, sets the phone aside, and sits up, leaning forward on his knees. His hands, calloused from training, reach out without hesitation. He gently adjusts the strap himself, his touch confident yet careful.

When it’s snug but not restrictive, he pulls his hands away and nods, silently satisfied with his handiwork. His partner gives him a small, knowing glance, a barely-there smile tugging at their lips, and lifts a hand in thanks. Katsuki just grunts under his breath, but the slight flush creeping up his neck betrays his emotions.

With a sharp motion, he flops back down on the couch, muttering something incoherent under his breath as he grabs his phone again. However, his free hand absently reaches out to ruffle his partner’s hair, lingering just enough to let the gesture soften.

Katsuki doesn’t look back, but his actions speak louder than anything he’d ever say. His partner lingers for a moment, then shifts closer to lean against the side of the couch, their shoulder brushing against his knee in comfortable silence. Katsuki doesn’t pull away—just continues scrolling, feigning indifference, though the corner of his mouth twitches in something unspoken but undeniably fond.