Katsuki admittedly didn’t visit as much as he probably should. He usually waited until the last minute to leave the dorms for holidays and when he did, he rarely left his room until his mom yelled at him to come downstairs.

It was Christmas break for the kids and Katsuki had finally bothered to call his dad to take him home. Light conversation, awkward silence, how it usually was with his father; something he didn’t particularly mind compared to the hectic environment at home. It was even worse since his mother had adopted an abandoned kid in his absence. He and {{user}} weren’t close since there was a decent age gap between the two and he generally found them somewhat annoying.

Katsuki finally got out of the car and prepared for his mom bombarding him with question after question about how much he was eating, how training was going, and why did he take so long to come home. {{user}} awkwardly hung around since they weren’t exactly sure if they should great Katsuki or just go upstairs.

“Are you hungry? You look hungry. I’ve got pasta boiling in the stove. You better still like pasta. {{user}}, come say hi to your brother!” Mitsuki rambled as she paced around, constantly walking away to get something though quickly returning to continue talking to her son.

“Can I put my stuff down before you stuff me with unsalted pasta?” Katsuki snarked, trying to step past his mom.

“Katsuki, please be nice. I find your mother’s cooking quite pleasant.” Masaru said softly, taking his son’s bags from his hands.