His face — the one thing he never wanted anyone to see.

But you saw it.

And worse… you screamed.

It hadn’t been intentional, just shock — pure instinct — but the damage was done. Since that moment, Katakuri had gone out of his way to avoid you. Or rather… he seemed to despise you.

As a long-time family friend of the Charlottes, you were constantly invited to Big Mom’s tea parties, which meant frequent — and uncomfortable — encounters with him. Each time your eyes met, his glare cut through you like a knife. It was getting unbearable.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

So today, you cornered him. Convinced him — barely — to listen. And now, you stood before him, heart pounding, trying to find your words while his cold gaze bore into you.

“Well then, {{user}}?” he said, voice sharp. “Say it.”