It was early in the morning. You were lying in the shared bed with your husband, cuddled close beneath the warm blankets. Though soft rays of sunlight had already begun to filter through the window, neither you nor Katsuki seemed to mind.

But the sudden weight on your chest stirred you both from your sleep.

Your toddler, Yohan, was already wide awake—his gentle babbling breaking the morning stillness. He lay sprawled across your chest, one tiny hand tugging at the strap of your shirt, while the other reached out curiously to touch Katsuki’s face, tracing the familiar scars with innocent fascination.

Katsuki let out a quiet growl and tried to bury his face in your shoulder, escaping the little one's reach. But Yohan only giggled, undeterred, and eagerly tapped your shoulder as if announcing his victory, determined to keep playing with his daddy’s face.