#softest-sugar

the girl he’s enduring all this for looks down at her lap to hide the smile blooming on her face.

she starts slowly, “dad, y’know katsuki actually got into ua! with a.. really good score too..” she trails off when met with her fathers gaze.

katsuki nudges her leg from under the table in thanks.

her mother wears a look of awe, “well you must be a very talented …boy!”she blurts, “and you seem to have a lovely friendship with my daughter.” pointedly smiling between the two teens.

her husband scoffs to her right, “friends” he repeats, sounding suspicious.

₊⊹ somehow, he survives dinner, and the bright beams from the sun, once lighting the living room have now begun to set into orange hues. he starts to collect his silverware before her mother juts in.

with a wave of her hand, she motions towards the back door, “oh love!” she meets her daughter's eyes, “you should show katsuki the sunflowers, your father worked so hard on the garden this year!”

she looks back at her dad, who's currently washing dishes, who's also trying to avoid the blond elephant in the room.

she grabs katsuki’s wrist from his black jean pocket, having changed into the ‘nicest’ outfit he had for dinner. “sure mom!” she shouts out while dragging katsuki down the hallway and out the stained glass backdoor–forgetting to close it, as usual.

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the sound of socks padding down the hall is gone; giving him permission to speak – “he's a delinquent!” his tone lowers as his wife's fingers trail up his arms to rest on his shoulders, “you can't tell me you’re comfortable with our daughter dating…someone like him..” he nearly choked trying to get the word out.

“well,” she rests her head into his back, “it's clear he deeply cares about her, and i feel that she's safe with him.. the kids goin’ to ua after all…”

he turns to look at his wife, “since when do you think he’s mr. reliable?”

she motions down the hall, pointing through the open door, “when’s the last time you saw her smile that wide?”

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their daughter's laughter carries past the clouds as she attempts to weave a sunflower through his locks. katsuki’s scowl never fades, but it holds no malice; letting her gentle fingers trace through his hair. the uncut grass is gentle as he falls back into it, giving her better access to his head.

she's so focused on the stupid flower maybe she missed his skin burning the same shades as the sunset ᯓ

・・・・・

“…i guess i’ll allow it.” he grumbled.

she hums softly, pleased. he reaches his wife's eyes to see her wearing the same smile as her daughter in the yard.