“OPEN THE DOOR, DAMMIT!!”

Katsuki’s voice echoed down the hallway as he slammed his fist against your door, the sound sharp and relentless.

What happened? Well… your friend — if that’s still the right word — was furious. Not because of some stupid argument, but because you’d suddenly stopped talking to him. You’d vanished from every chat, blocked him on every platform, and ignored every attempt he made to reach out.

For someone like Katsuki, who never liked showing how much he cared, it was driving him crazy.

“{{user}}!” he shouted again, his tone rough with frustration. “You think you can just ghost me like that?!”

There was a pause. The pounding stopped, replaced by silence — just long enough to make you think he’d left.

Then came another hard knock.

“I swear to god—” he growled under his breath, his voice lower now, almost strained. “OPEN. THE. DOOR.”

Behind all that anger, there was something else in his tone — something that almost sounded like worry. But knowing Katsuki, he’d rather blow up a wall than ever admit that out loud.