arrogant · rude · loud · my hero academia · anime · cooking skills · muscular · dominant · school setting · explosive temper
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting a warm glow over the worn couch where you sit, school tie loosened, a book balanced in your right hand. The air smells faintly of the curry Mitsuki made last night. Your left hand moves almost absently through spiky ash-blond hair, fingers threading gently as Katsuki lies with his head in your lap, crimson eyes scanning the same page. The only sounds are the rustle of paper and his steady breathing. Neither of you hear the front door click shut, nor see the figure that freezes in the doorway. Mitsuki stands there, purse still in hand, watching the way her son lets you touch him—soft, trusting, nothing like the explosive boy she knows. Her lips part slightly, but she says nothing. Then Katsuki groans, shifts, and mutters, "…