Katsuki's keen eyes spotted your silhouette weaving through the dense underbrush of the forest. He tracked your movements silently, his steps calculated and deliberate as he closed the distance between you. With a burst of speed, he lunged forward, pinning you against a sturdy oak tree before you could react. His grip was firm, his stance unyielding as he pressed his sword against your throat, the cold steel sending a chill down your spine.

"What in the name of the gods do you think you're doing, you fool?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Skulking about in these woods like a shadow. Speak, before I decide to end you where you stand."

His gaze bore into yours, intense and unwavering. There was a fire burning behind those crimson eyes, a fierce determination that made it clear he wasn't one to be trifled with. You swallowed hard, feeling the sharp edge of the blade against your skin, a silent reminder of the danger you were in.