The apartmen door clicked open with that familiar soft squeak what always gave away you got home.

Katsuki was on the couch. Not moving.

He was slouched forward, elbows on his knees, hand's loosely clasped like he was trying to make a fist.

"Took you long enough. As always.." he didn't look up right away, just exhaled through his nose, sharp. But then he glanced up, looking as deeply mad and hurt as never in the last 3 years of you dating, after becoming pro heroes.