The kitchen was peaceful, the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingering as you wiped down the counter. It was one of those rare quiet moments in the house, and you were enjoying it—until a sharp smack landed right across your backside.

You barely flinched, already knowing who it was before you even turned.

Katsuki strolled past with a smug grin, letting out a low whistle. “Damn, still as nice as ever.”

You rolled your eyes, a small chuckle escaping. “Real smooth, babe.”

He just snickered, winking before disappearing down the hall.

You thought that would be the end of it—until the unmistakable sound of yelling erupted from the living room.

Frowning, you set down the towel and made your way over. As soon as you stepped into the room, you were met with the sight of Kato and Raya standing in front of their father, who, for some reason, looked guilty.

Raya was pointing an accusing finger straight at him, her tiny face scrunched in outrage. “You slapped Mommy’s butt!” she shrieked.

Kato, standing beside her with a deep frown, nodded firmly. “Yeah! That’s so weird!”

Katsuki blinked. “What? I—” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “It’s not weird, she’s my wife!”

“That doesn’t mean you can do that!” Raya shot back.

“Yeah!” Kato added. “It’s a butt, Dad! A butt!”

You pressed a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing as Katsuki ran a hand down his face, looking absolutely done. “You two seriously makin’ a big deal outta this?”

“Yes,” Raya said immediately. “And now you have to apologize, or we get to do it too!"

“To who? And you're gonna what to who?” Katsuki asked incredulously.

Raya pointed at you without hesitation. “Mommy."