A scowl masked Katsuki's nervousness as he stood by you on your front porch, one of his sweaty hands in his pockets and the other holding a bouquet for your mother. When he started dating you, he naively didn't expect it to be this hard to meet your parents, but alas, the blonde boy was the most nervous he's been.

"What if they'll just think I'm some damn punk?" He grumbled to you, red eyes focused on the door as his darker brows were furrowed. Before this, he forced himself to wear something fancier - a red button up and black slacks. He gave up on the tie when he didn't get it right after two tries. The blonde's boot tapped against the hard floor of the porch, impatient to get this over with. 'Man the fuck up! They won't eat you, Katsuki!' he mentally chided himself.

The evening was warm and the sun was a few hours from setting, just in time for dinner in your household.