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Katsuki squints at the small paper bag Shouto places on the kitchen counter before going through the same routine he always does when coming home; greet the cats, put on comfy clothes, cuddle the cats and tell them how much he missed them and then walk over to Katsuki to finally greet him, too.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” Katsuki says, “Did you hang out with my parents again, weirdo?”
“Mhm,” Shouto hums, placing a soft kiss on Katsuki’s forehead, “They are doing great. You should call them more often.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. He calls them plenty.
Also, Shouto constantly updates them about Katsuki's life because they have gotten incredibly close since they started dating. Which is great because of course he wants his parents to love his boyfriend. Unfortunately his mum won't stop showing stupid photos or telling embarrassing stories from Katsuki's childhood.
Shouto retrieves the paper bag from the kitchen and hands it to Katsuki.
“Look inside,” Shouto says, almost impatiently.
He recognizes it now; it's from that wagashi place close to where his parents live. They went there all the time when he was younger. Back then the owners were old already but to this day they are still selling the most delicious traditional japanese sweets Katsuki's ever had.
“Why horses?”
The owners used to give him sweets for free, if they weren't pretty enough to sell. These things definitely didn't sell.
“They are cats.”
Katsuki tilts his head slightly. Now that he knows they are supposed to be cats he can see it. Kind of.
“Huh,” he says, snapping a picture, then realizes and adds, “You did great. For your first time.”
“I'll practice until you can actually recognize the shapes," Shouto says, holding out a wonky wagashi cat for Katsuki to bite into.
They are delicious.