#very personal i guess 😌😌😌🩷✨️

[willowser]

katsuki plays with your son's ears.

without thinking, really. it started when he was a newborn, and katsuki was unable to get over how soft your son's skin was—so squishy and tender and fresh, made of velvet—and it's followed the both of them all this way. whenever they're sitting together, either at the table or on the couch or with your little boy in his father's lap, you'll always see katsuki's hand come up to lightly fiddle with your son's little earlobe. tug on it, pass it back and forth between his thumb and his pointer.

you think it's an absent-minded comfort thing, for katsuki, like how he plays with the clasp of your necklace, sitting warm at the nape of your neck, or how he drums his fingers against your arm when he's waiting too long for something. how he keeps a hand on his chest when he's laying down, like he wants to feel his heartbeat beneath his skin, or how he rubs his hands on his pants even when they shouldn't be sweaty, just to be safe.

you notice your son doing it to himself when katsuki's out of the country, and then you notice him doing it to you, too.

just the same way—without thought, a little habit; after a bath, you're trying to wind down for bedtime by letting your son sit in your lap and lean back into your chest, his full little belly from dinner poking out under his pajama shirt. and then he rubs at his eyes and yawns and plays with his hair for a second, before reaching up to find your earlobe. to feel it softly between his fingers as he sighs, relaxed and sleepy.

(you'll remember to tell katsuki later, after you've tucked your little one in and are propping your phone up in the kitchen for a quick facetime chat. when the call finally connects, he almost immediately leans closer to the screen, to see you better, and you see his elbow prop up, his hand raise and the tendons of his wrists shifting as he fiddles with something you can't see—but something you know, anyway.)

[willowser]

Scandinavian anon again, and I think you're very right that it's all about the tone used! the only sir/ma'am reference I have is from tv shows with parents doing the 'if you won't respect me as an authority then I won't respect you as a person' thing. the only experience I've had with it in the wild was in a similar vein. guess I just assumed that that was how it worked in most families but it turns out that I'm wrong

wahoo sharing night with will 😌 we learn 😌 we laugh 😌 we love 😌🩷✨️ tysm for adding to the conversation !!!!