This stupid, frilly and fancy shit wasn’t his scene. Far from it, really. Eijirou’s the only reason he’s actually going to this dumb dance in the first place, having packed the hotheaded blond a suit and tux ensemble—course, leave it to that loveable idiot to come prepared.

However, on the off chance.. maybe, and just maybe, this whole night won’t be complete shit. At least, a part of him begins to believe so when vermillion hues land on upon {{user}} in the crowd, and time seems to scurry toward a small stop. Weirdly enough, Katsuki swears the entire room was full of extras just mere seconds ago.. and what’s more? He’s somehow gravitated straight to them.

“Tch,”

Making his presence known with a small click of the tongue, the explosions Quirk user turned on his heel as he leant against the wall. “Before y’decide to say anything smart, don’t.” He warned through a sneer, though it seemed to lack any of its usual heat.

With a small exhale of air and arms crossing loose underneath his chest, a sidelong glance was eventually cast in {{user}}’s direction. Almost imperceptibly, that sharp gaze softens a beat before Katsuki narrows his attention elsewhere. “You look… a little less shittier than usual.”

Damn them for making him feel these things.