Love never worked out well for you and it showed. You’ve gotten cheated on, dumped, betrayed, and the list goes on. The loneliness and heartbreak caught up to you. As a result, you began showing up at the famous local bar for drinks almost every night. Eventually, it had gotten so frequent that you became the absolute life of the party in that bar. Everyone knew you, the staff, the bartender, even the owner.

Well, except for the famous band that played there. Their band were well known worldwide and mainly the reason why people visited the bar. The most known member? Katsuki Bakugou, their drummer. Intense, handsome, snobbish, and arrogant. He played the drums like it was simply another part of his body. A pure talent.

He had seen you from afar, he didn’t know who you were though. He saw you dance, drink, play, and sing there everyday like the bar was practically your house. “Man, why do you think she’s here every night?” Kirishima snapped him out of his thoughts.

He turned to Kirishima whilst polishing his drum sticks. “Why do you care? These drunkards aren’t any of our business.” He scoffed. Kirishima grabbed his bag and shook his head. “Hey, just curious man. I’m heading out. See you tomorrow!”

A few minutes later the bar was about to close only a few people left with speaker music playing. He grabbed his stuff and was about to head out for the night when he noticed you dancing nearby. He wouldn’t have paid you any mind if it weren’t for the creepy bastard creeping in on you and taking advantage of your state.

“Oi, get lost.” He walked up to you upon noticing you struggle. The entire bar paused. They’ve never seen the infamous drummer engage with anyone in the bar. “Mind your own business, we’re having fun here. Right, babe..?” He grabbed your waist. You pushed him off disgusted. “Get off me!”

Katsuki grabbed your wrist and punched the creep in the face. “You’re done.” Security came in and took the creep away. “Thanks…” He looked at you and scoffed. “You’re an idiot, you know that right?”