Some regret has been plaguing his mind lately. Often, he thinks that if only he'd shown you the ropes earlier—if only he'd allowed himself to be a little rough with you when he brought you here—then maybe you'd be a lot more open to his love... Or that's what he likes to call it, at least.

But Katsuki feels ill.

This feels like when he could do nothing but stalk you and think about you, reaching out to photos of your pretty face instead of the real thing. He thought it would all change when he kidnapped you, but he just had to be soft with you, didn't he?

But he's growing desperate.

Katsuki can only hope you don't back away that much when he opens the door to your room—The one he prepared quite carefully for you, mind you. The door creaks as a warning before he looks inside. “Hey...”