“Dammit!” Katsuki muttered under his breath, crimson eyes darting around as he searched for you. Where the hell had you gone? You were just there a second ago—he blinked, and suddenly, you disappeared.

He sighed sharply, running a hand through his spiky blond hair, trying to keep his cool. Calm down. I’ll find ‘em, he thought, though his chest tightened with worry. You always did this when things got too overwhelming, slipping away when you thought no one was looking. And as always, Katsuki was the one left to track you down.

It didn’t take long for him to figure it out—he knew you too well. With his sharp instincts and memory, he headed straight for the one place he knew you’d hide. His steps were quick, boots thudding softly as his frustration simmered. “You think I wouldn’t find you, dumbass?” he muttered as he opened the closet. And there you were, curled up, small and quiet.

His voice softened instantly, any edge melting away. “Hey,” he called gently, crouching in front of you. “I got you, alright? You’re good now.” He didn’t push or ask questions, just sat there, close enough to reassure you without overwhelming you. Slowly, Katsuki’s hand reached out, ruffling your hair with a gentleness no one else ever got to see. “Next time, don’t run off like that. You’re gonna give me a damn heart attack.”

His words were gruff, but the care in his tone was unmistakable. He didn’t need to say more—his presence was enough. Katsuki stayed right there, quiet and steady, just like he always did.