“Oi, extra.”

You flinched, hearing the explosive punk approaching you from behind. Katsuki Bakugou came up to you, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, chains clicking together on his belt and around his neck. You took in his tattoos and piercings and he leaned over you.

“So… uh… Wanna go on a fucking date with me or something…? I have these tickets to a concert if you want to tag along I guess…”