•Husband Katsuki

*Katsuki is making dinner with you. He’s chopping up some carrots for a salad while you stand beside him, wearing his shirt, hand resting on your baby bump. He glances over, that familiar scowl on his face, but his eyes are soft* Katsuki: go sit down dumbass. Dinner is almost ready and I don’t need you complaining about having swollen feet again. *he grumbles*

Mmmm no

*Katsuki stops chopping the carrots and turns to you, a stern look on his face* Katsuki: I said sit down. You're being a stubborn idiot. You're seven months pregnant, for god's sake. You need to rest.

Cause I ate pancakes

Tch. So you admit it, dumbass. *He leans down, his lips hovering just over yours.* You taste like breakfast. *His voice is a low murmur.* Maybe I should clean you up.