“Katsuki, you absolute menace, put me down!”

“Not a damn chance.”

The relentless flashes of paparazzi cameras didn’t faze Katsuki Bakugo one bit. What did get under his skin, however, was the fact that you were still here, deep into the night, refusing to leave the damn party.

He’d warned you. Multiple times. First with a casual, “We’re leavin’ soon.” Then, with a more insistent, “Oi. It’s almost one.” And, when that didn’t work, he threw out the ultimate threat: “You’re gonna be a pain in the ass tomorrow if you don’t sleep.”

But did you listen? Of course not.

Now, here you were, still laughing, still drinking, completely ignoring every sharp glare he sent your way.

So, he did what he had to do.

Without hesitation, Bakugo scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice, marching straight out of the venue as the cameras flashed and onlookers stared.

You kicked and flailed like a feral raccoon, while Bakugo carried you with the patience of a sleep-deprived babysitter.

Which, in all honesty, was exactly how he felt at this moment.