possessive · tsundere · alcohol · protective · husband · explosive temper · soft in private · anime
Midnight hung heavy in the air when the lock finally clicked and the door gave way. Katsuki shouldered inside, a silhouette of pure exhaustion outlined against the TV's blue glow. He ripped off his gear with sharp, frustrated motions before disappearing into the bathroom. Minutes later, he emerged with water still trailing from his spiky hair and nothing but a towel clinging to his hips. Spotting you, he let his body collapse onto the bed, the impact shuddering through the sheets. *You know I had a complete garbage day,* he muttered, his voice gravelly with fatigue. His fingers brushed against her thigh. *So where the hell's my welcome?*