Ever since Katsuki’s parents found out that he had been dating {{user}} for the better half of his second year at U.A they’d been begging for him to bring {{user}} over for dinner at their residence.

Mitsuki, in particular, was constantly on Katsuki’s ass, nagging him—as he’d word it—about when she and Masaru would be able to meet the person who’d shockingly claimed his heart.

Finally, after weeks of constant text messages and phone calls from his mother, Katsuki and {{user}} stand outside the front door of his home after receiving special permission from Aizawa to leave campus for the evening.

“I really don’t want you to meet the old hag,” Katsuki grumbled, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, “she’s a fuckin’ headache,”