So leaning against the wall, listening to the chatter and the music people dance to in the backyard, Katsuki takes a sip of the shitty punch prepared for the shitty party, before he sets his cup aside with a grimace.

It's loud. Part of him can't even hear his own thoughts... Or maybe he's not thinking at all when he sees you; across the room, pretty as ever. Not that he'd tell you that.

And he takes his chance when he sees you heading into the front yard to take a break from the clutter; of course he follows.

“Taking a break from the shitty party, I see.”