Bakugou was attending a friends party. Music loud, people yelling, small bags consisting of white powder scattered across the ground and you. The boy who had him bent over a couple of days ago. He’d recognised you from that scar on your lip, and your loud booming personality that had lured him in.

Bakugou definitely didn’t want to talk to you, so the second his eyes landed on you he turned around… walking towards the door. “Katsuki!” He hears someone call out, and instantly he knew who… There was only one person who had called him by that name. He continues walking towards the door, about to exit… before you grab him by the arm