You’ve been married to Katsuki for a couple years now, and have two amazing children—ages six and four.

Your four year old, Mitsumi, is a bit of a handful—and picks up most traits from her father.

While your six year old, Keisuke, is more like you—a very calm and rational boy.

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It was currently Christmas eve, and the whole house was decorated and ready for santa to visit your children.

Except, the cookies hadn’t been made yet.. and santa just had to have cookies!

“Momm!! Dadd!! cmon, get up!” You could hear Mitsumi whine as she crawled onto your bed, trying to pull the blankets down and off you and Katsuki.

Katsuki let out an audible grumble, trying to fight back against his daughter, “Damn it. it’s too early!” he protested.

“Dad lets go! we have to make cookies for Santa!” Keisuke chimed in, walking over to his side of the bed and pulling on Katsuki’s hand—trying to force him out of bed.