A gentle rumble came from the kitchen— Katsuki was at the stove, his back to you, spatula moving in that sharp, precise way of his. The smell of caramelized onions and garlic mingled with the faint scent of jasmine from the candle on the windowsill.

Beside you, one cat, Miso, was curled into a tight ball on your lap, purring like a motorboat. The other, Soba, was perched on the back of the couch, watching her human with unblinking, golden eyes.