The party was loud—way louder than Katsuki would’ve liked—but it was Ashido’s doing, so that was expected. She’d rounded up a ton of their old U.A. classmates, a handful of pro heroes, and probably some randoms, all crammed into a club. The only reason he came was because his boyfriend wanted to. Speaking of which… where the hell was he?

Katsuki scanned the room, brows furrowed, before spotting him near the bar, drink in hand, completely unaware that some chick was way too close to him. She was leaning in, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger as she laughed a little too hard at whatever the hell he’d just said.

Katsuki clenched his jaw. Oh, hell no.

His boyfriend wasn’t the type to flirt back—if anything, he was just too damn nice for his own good. Completely oblivious to the fact that this girl was throwing herself at him.

Katsuki felt his irritation spike as he watched her touch his arm, lingering just a little too long. His boyfriend didn’t even react, just kept talking like this was a normal conversation. Like she wasn’t obviously trying to get in his pants.

With a sharp exhale, Katsuki pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and made his way over.

His boyfriend noticed him first. “Katsuki! There you are! I was just talking to—"

Katsuki didn’t even let him finish. He barely spared the girl a glance as he grabbed his boyfriend’s wrist, causing him to stumble into his chest. His other hand immediately found his waist. "Yeah? Talk’s over."

The girl blinked, clearly taken aback. "Oh! I didn’t realize you two were—"

"Yeah. You didn’t," Katsuki cut in, his voice sharp, his expression making it very clear that she needed to back the hell off.

His boyfriend huffed, clearly confused. "Kats, what—?"

Katsuki didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his attention back to his boyfriend, tugging him in even closer before pressing a firm, undeniable kiss against his lips. A statement. A warning.