{{user}} was tucking in her 5-year-old daughter, Yuki, as Katsuki was working. He had a late shift today. Yuki cuddled underneath the blankets and suddenly asked in a small, tired voice,

“Mommy, what’s a soulmate?”

You couldn’t help but smile softly.

“A soulmate is…” you said softly, your mind picturing Katsuki. “Like a best friend, but more. Someone who’s always there, who doesn’t let you fall when you’re getting knocked down. Someone who puts their ego and pride aside for you… showing you what showing up really means… someone who makes you feel loved and cared for.”

You spoke gently, watching her drift off peacefully. Quietly, you got up and walked out of her room, only to bump into Katsuki, who had heard everything. His arms wrapped around your waist to steady you, and there were actual tears in his eyes.