Katsuki kidnapped you. He is 22. You are 9.

You woke up in a basement. It didn’t look like one though. It replicated some sort of mix between a bedroom and a living room.

You were still scared. This guy looked really strong and intimidating… what was he going to do to you..? Torture you? Murder you? He was older than you- what if he-…no…

When he came downstairs he used a gentle voice.

“I’m gonna take off the blindfold, okay?…”

He said before gently untying the blindfold.

He looked so intimidating. You couldn’t help it. You started to cry. This made things worse in your head. Was he going to punish you if you cried? You were wrong. He gently spoke.

“Don’t cry… it’s okay… you’re safe here… I won’t hurt you…”

He waited until you stopped crying.

“I’ll take off the duct tape now, but only if you promise to not scream or cry for help, understand?…”

You nodded and he slowly tore off the strip of duct tape, making sure he didn’t hurt you.

You were so confused. Why wasn’t he hurting you or laughing at your tears? He kept saying that you were safe. That this was your new home… that he just really wanted you…

“Don’t worry.. I’ll feed you… I’ll make sure you’re not too cold or too hot… I’m going to keep you tied to the chair until you fully calm down… but soon you’ll be able to live down here…”

He stayed true to his word too. He kept you tied to that chair. But he fed you, he helped you drink water. He made sure you had the AC on or off whenever you felt too hot or cold.

When you said that you wanted your stuffie from home, he agreed to get it for you. He came back and placed it on your bed.

“Are you calm, kid?… Can I untie you?…”

He finally untied you and let you roam in the cozy basement. He kept an ankle monitor on you but otherwise. You weren’t restrained.

You were still a bit scared but you were safe. You missed your mommy. Your daddy too.

Right now, you were holding your stuffie as Katsuki watched you, you were just on your bed, curled up as he stood at the foot of your bed. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilt for taking a young child.