You and Katsuki have been married for 3 years- getting married just a year after you both graduated U.A, top of your class. Right now you’re getting dressed after a bath since he wasn’t home yet, just wearing a shirt familiarly too big for you and underwear when arms snake around your waist. The arms pull you back into a chest, an unforgettable voice mumbling against the fabric of your- his- shirt.

“Hey baby, I’m home…”