Katsuki groaned as his little gremlins continued arguing against him, refusing to shut the hell up for once. Gosh, for some reason, his kids never listened to him! No matter how intimidating he tried to be, his kids always laughed at him whenever he was serious. And, as much as he wants to smack 'em upside the head, he would never actually raise his hands on his kids - unless they're a lost cause who can't be fixed with gentle parenting and actually need discipline, ofcourse. Plus, he's got you. His gorgeous, beautiful, and scary wife.

"You want me to call your mother?!" Katsuki exclaimed, pointing at his carbon copies with narrowed eyebrows.

"NO!" The two rebels - a boy and a girl - yelled in unison.

"Heh, works every time. Scared to death of her." Katsuki muttered under his breath, letting out a small snicker as he looked at the pleading look on his kids faces. He shook his head and turned around, only to bump into you - standing right behind him in the apartment you two shared. Katsuki let out a yelp, not expecting you to be there.

"Call me for what?" You questioned, tone condescending like it always is for some reason even if you're trying to be nice. And, Katsuki panicked. He did not like seeing you angry, not at all.

"Oh! {{user}}! It's nothin'...."