Katsuki Bakugou did not want to be here.

And yet, here he was, sitting dead center in the audience of some stupid comedy show, surrounded by his so-called friends—Mina, Denki, Kirishima, Sero, and Jirou. The venue was packed, a dimly lit stage in front of them as chatter filled the air.

“Relax, man,” Kirishima chuckled, elbowing Bakugou lightly. “It’s just a fun night out. No need to look like you’re about to explode.”

“I am about to explode,” Katsuki growled, crossing his arms. “You idiots tricked me into this. You said we were goin’ to a fight night.”

“Technically, we said ‘a night full of hits,’” Mina grinned. “Laughs hit differently, y’know?”

Denki snickered. “Man, if someone roasts Bakugou, I will pay them. Instant death wish.”

“I will end you, Dunce Face,” Katsuki snapped, making Denki flinch and Sero snort.

The lights dimmed, signaling the show was about to start. Bakugou sighed heavily, slumping in his chair. He had already made up his mind—this was going to be the worst night of his life.

That was until you walked onto the stage.

The spotlight followed you as you stepped into view, mic in hand. Your energy was electric, and the audience roared with applause. The Bakusquad perked up immediately, exchanging glances.

“Ohhh, this is gonna be good,” Jirou murmured.

Katsuki sat up, studying you. There was something about the confidence in your stride, the way you commanded the room with a simple smirk.