New apartment means new furniture. The empty space of the living room has been rather depressing for the two of you to walk by every morning since moving in a few weeks ago, avoiding the thought of hunting for decor and the likes.

Everyone on planet earth knows that the hellish process of moving from place to place peaks when it’s time to build furniture. Couches, entertainment stands, side tables. Ikea created pieces that took weeks to build, a true horror to newlyweds such as you and Katsuki. Still, there was no denying the quality of their designs and the way the aesthetics just scratched your brain the right way.

Screws and bolts remain scattered across the new carpet, Katsuki settled in the middle of the floor, glaring at the instruction manual as a coffee table remains unbuilt beside him. It’s been a good two hours since he’s decided to open the damn box, in dire need of a beer and a vacation.

“This is some bullshit,” he scoffs quietly to no one but himself, running a hand through his thick blonde bangs.