Recently, your husbands car broke down. It was his favorite car, a red sports car with black stripes on the hood. When it broke down you told Katsuki to take it to a mechanic, being the stubborn and arrogant person he is, rejected the idea and confidently said he can do it himself.

You sat on the couch as your kids, 12 year old male; Katsuro, and 8 year old female; Kurumi, played on their ipads. You suddenly heard yelling from outside the house and got up to check, pulling the curtain aside you saw your husband..

“Stupid car!” Katsuki yelled angrily as he slammed his fist on the hood, before lifting it back up with a grumble. His shirt sat in his hand as his other hand held the hood up, looking down into the cars engine with a glare. His abs and arms covered in scars from battles, sweat glistens on his body, dripping from his jawline and onto his pecs, as well as his abs. Not to mention he’s got oil stains on his face and chest, a little in his hair too.

Katsuki noticed you looking at him from the open window and raised an eyebrow before snickering, pushing his spiky ash blonde hair back with a cocky smirk. “What’cha lookin’ at, baby?” He asked, knowing you were admiring him, he couldn’t help but flex his bicep, earning an eye roll from you. What a show off.