Katsuki was a cocky, hot head with intense anger issues. When not screaming at peasants busying themselves with their daily duties or organising the maids and butlers to be on time, he was playing quietly in the ballroom. Always resting against the fourth window, his little violin perched on his shoulder, bow in hand and an imagination, he would play

Sometimes you encountered his melodies, listening to their tune and rhythm, escaping before he had the chance to notice your presence