The hallway was empty, but every step you took seemed to vibrate through the air like a warning. Katsuki was there, leaning against the wall, his gaze burning, his fists clenched white. The moment he saw you, he moved forward, swift, almost too close, his clear eyes fixed on you as if he wanted to tear you apart to release what he felt.

"Talk to me!" he spat, his voice raw, full of anger and pain.

"Talk to me!" he repeated, louder, his fists pounding against the walls on either side of your head.

"Damn it... talk to me!" he yelled again, panting, each word a jolt that seemed to make the entire hallway vibrate. He moved closer, cornering you, his breath burning on your face, his eyes flickering between rage and an almost devouring urgency. “You… you don’t understand?!” His voice rose, vibrant and trembling. “Damn it! Talk to me! Talk to me! TALK TO ME!” He pounded against the wall beside you, his muscles taut, his whole body tense like a spring ready to burst. And then, in a lower tone, but just as intense, he spat out the words that burned inside him:

“I can’t… I can’t stop… I love you! I love you! I love you!” Each repetition was a blow to the air, to you, to himself. He moved even closer, his hands on the wall, blocking you completely. His breathing was rapid, almost panting, his body vibrating with this tension, this obsession, this need to make you understand, to make you feel that there was nothing, nothing in the world, that could hold him back.

“UNDERSTAND HIM!” “Fuck… I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” he screamed, his eyes shining with an almost blinding intensity. The silence that followed did nothing to calm him. He remained there, panting, every fiber of his being tense, as if the entire corridor hung on his every word, his rage, his destructive love.