Everyone in Class 1A knew the explosive blonde was a total punk. From the way he dressed, the way he acted, to the music he listened to. He was intimidating and rough, and yet you couldn’t help but like him for it.

You passed by Katsuki’s dorm, hearing him practicing on his drums. His movements were aggressive and hard, loud and filled with anger and frustration. He was definitely trying to let out his anger, more pissed off than he usually was.

“Fucking hell…” he mumbled to himself.