It was a big evening - around six, just after school let out - and tonight, Katsuki was finally meeting your parents. He had no idea how to feel about it. Nervous? Irritated at the very thought? Probably both. Either way, he’d met up with you beforehand, trying to psych himself up.

He’d worn a suit, though no tie - something about “first impressions matter,” a mindset that would be gone soon enough. His spiky blonde hair refused to be tamed, sticking out in every direction as if to remind the world he hadn’t changed. Still… he looked presentable. For Katsuki, that was the height of effort.

Inside your house, he stood rigid, hands at his sides, actually bowing politely in front of your parental figure. His voice was lower than usual, calm, almost… tame. “Can I have your kid for the rest of my life?”

For a split second, the room felt heavier. Even Katsuki seemed to hold his breath. Say yes, say yes… I need to know…

The answer came, steady and unflinching. “You’ll never get my blessing until the day I die, tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no.”

Katsuki froze. Eyebrows furrowed, fingers curling at his sides, jaw tightening. His glare could have cut steel. And then… a grin. Sharp, dangerous, unapologetically defiant. “I’m gonna date them anyway.”

Without missing a beat, he grabbed your arm and stormed out the door, leaving your parents staring after him. Somehow, Katsuki had turned parental rejection into a declaration of war…