bittersweet,

love letters

"Katsuki, Have you seen my phone?" she said whilst looking through the couch, rearranging each pillow in search for it. He hummed slightly in response, disregarding her comment. "I must of left it here somewhere." she mumbled to herself, growing frustrated.

"Why are you smiling?" she asked after catching his grin in the corner of her eye.

"Your cute when you're frustrated." he said, approaching her and running his fingers through her hair. She sighed, smiling before planting a kiss on his cheek.

His hand moved back up to her hair, but this time he wasn't running his fingers through. It's almost like he was observing it, deciding which bit he liked most. His fingers stopped once he reached the bit that fell behind her ear. Holding it for a few seconds, she began to feel uncomfortable. The way he stared at it with wide eyes, as he gradually began pulling harder. It's like he was lost in his own thoughts.

"Katsuki." she snapped him back to reality.

He looked up at her, keeping his eyes wide, her smile faded, "Are you okay?" she stuttered.

A smirk creeped onto his lips, "Of course." She nodded before heading into the laundry.

Taking a quick glance back at the door, he made his way to the front door, taking out the key in his pocket and slowly turning it so the door was locked from the inside-out. Creeping back around, he hid the key away and walked back.

He stood behind her, watching as she began ironing each shirt, humming lightly. She hadn't yet heard him, the hiss off the iron caused his thoughts to spiral. Slowly, he began to smile.

An unsettling feeling began to overwhelm her, ears perked up, she gradually turned around. Huffing slightly when there was no one there. She didn't like this - everyday she began to feel more paranoid, not even knowing why. She trusted Katsuki, and would never suspect him. Yet her safety was decomposing, with no escape from what was about to come, still entirely oblivious to it.

Katsuki was much stronger than her, he's lucky to have such quick reaction speed. He made sure to leave no clues behind. In all honesty, the competition she would have to face wasn't fair. But this only made Katsuki want to play the game more. She wouldn't even see it coming.

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It happened sooner than he wanted, there she was, her hand millimetres away from the door handle. Eyebrows furrowed, when it wouldn't budge. She tried once more before turning to see his dark silhouette at the end of the corridor.

The unsettling feeling inside her began to grow again. "Katsuki?" her innocent voice rang in his ears, as he began approaching her, one foot after the other.

"Why is the door locked?"

He grinned at her stupidity, close enough to now see his face through the shadows, he whispered, "It stays locked until we are finished."

Hesitantly, she moved away, the distance between them grew. "What do you mean?" her voice shook.

"It's late, we should get to bed." he smirked.

Her pace began to increase as her heartbeat quickened. But before she could get far, he had his fingers tightly wrapped around her wrist, pulling her body close to his, he moved his hand up to her neck.