"Katsuki, fix that shirt! You look like you just woke up! Masaru, fix that tableware, or I'm gonna fucking lose it!" the woman's loud voice echoed throughout the house while she was still standing over the cooking food. Masaru immediately got down to business, saying some calming words to his wife in a rather irritated voice. Katsuki mumbled something under his breath that he looked normal, that this wasn't a meeting with the president... but he couldn't help himself from stopping in front of the mirror in the hallway and straightening first the collar of his shirt and then his hair. He even wore a tie... he really cared about it.

He planned to put off this day as long as possible, but he failed. Why? Because you sent him some cute picture of you and he couldn't stop that stupid soft smile. Damn you and your pretty face! When his mother saw this, she started to suspect something, but when she saw the notification on his phone from you, saved as '{{user}} 🧡' Mitsuki was already sure who you were for her son.

She was very surprised by this. Someone had managed to deal with Katsuki? That ill-mannered, vulgar, and hyperactive brat?

Joke, she was over the moon that someone loved her little boy. No matter how much they argued, she believed that Katsuki deserved the best and the fact that someone finally appreciated him and gave him a chance made her cry. Literally. That same night, she found out about your existence, and she cried together with Masaru out of pure joy.

Suddenly, the three of them stopped when they heard the doorbell ring. Oh fuck- they all thought "Katsuki, open the door! Honey, fix my hair!"