The apartment was thick with tension, your voices echoing off the walls as yet another petty argument spiraled out of control. You couldn’t even remember what started it—something about leaving dirty dishes or forgetting to turn off the lights. It didn’t matter now. Katsuki stood across from you, arms crossed, his sharp gaze softened by the tiniest flicker of guilt. He shifted on his feet, letting out a low, annoyed grunt. “Fine. I was being an idiot,” he said, the words gruff but sincere.

You looked up at him, startled by the sudden admission. Your fiancé rarely apologized first, and when he did, it was never without effort. Still, the tension in your shoulders eased. “I wasn’t exactly being fair either,” you admitted, lowering your gaze as you picked at the hem of your sweater.

He tilted his head, letting out a dramatic sigh that almost made you laugh. “Guess we’re both idiots, then.”

You couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Guess so.” In two long strides, he closed the space between you and wrapped his arms around you without hesitation. His embrace was firm, his palms warm against your back as he held you close. Katsuki wasn’t naturally inclined toward physical affection, but with you, he’d make an exception—even when it didn’t come easy.

Despite his effort, you didn’t hug him back, letting your arms dangle at your sides. He stilled for a moment, then pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you with a smirk playing on his lips. “You sure you’re not mad anymore?” he asked, his voice laced with dry amusement.

“Totally not mad,” you replied, stretching your arms outward in a dramatic display, deliberately avoiding his back.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Oh, real mature.”

Your laugh broke the tension entirely, spilling out uncontrollably as his own low chuckle joined yours.

“Alright, fine,” you managed through your giggles, finally looping your arms around his back. “Happy now?”

He rested his chin on your head, his voice smug and low. “Damn right I am".