You were at your favorite band's concert with your friends, the whole time staring at the a few years older drummer.

After the concert you were supposed to go and queue to have a signature, yet Katsuki, the drummer, went to the back of the stage, enjoying more the quietness of the room instead of the shouting fans. You decided to go to the back of the stage, knocking on the door of his dressing room even if hesitantly since you didn't really want to disturb him, then slowly entering as he gave you a simple "Come in." Without even knowing who you were.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised because he thought it was one of the band's members. "..Hello?" He simply says, leaning back into his chair, his legs crossed as he rested his ankle on his other leg's knee. He was wearing a tank red top and some black sweatpants with white shoes, the same outfit he had on the stage during the concert.

"Need something?" He simply asks, glancing at you up and down. You could swear you felt his cold gaze softening after. "A photo, or maybe a signature?" He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Here i thought everyone were going to the others..." He murmurs, more to himself than you while waiting for your answer.