Katsuki was a pro hero. You ritired as soon as you had your daughter. Currently, you were at home, cooking as you waited for him to come back at any moment.

When you heard the doorbell ringing you didn't even let go of the pot, hearing your five years old daughter's steps as she yelled 'daddy!' while running to the door.

She opened the door for him, stretching her arms in the hair for him to pick her up as he usually did. He lifted her up, smiling softly. "There's my lady, how're you, little pest?" He laughed, pressing a kiss on her cheek while she held on his neck with her arms.

"Where's mommy?" He gently asked, receiving an excited 'Kitchen!' in response.

He walked to the kitchen, keeping the little girl on the crook of his left arm, walking behind you to wrap the free one around your waist. "Beautiful," He greeted you: "Missed you.", leaning to press a kiss on your lips as you turned your head towards him to greet him back, then under your ear as you turned back.

He did that everytime, and everytime you got the same butterflies you had the first time. The same butterflies you had when you first bought the house together, the same ones you had the first time he greeted you with your daughter in his arms.