Sweat beaded down the smooth of his forehead as he struck his finishing chords, slashing his crimson pick against the strings of his electric guitar. Roars erupted from the crowd, hands crawling to the edge of the stage and people pushing past his implemented security guards.

With a final smirk to his fans, he disappeared behind the dropback. But as soon as he was away from the adoring gleam of the people, his face dropped and his steps were rushed. Pushing past his makeup artist, manager, and any other damn extras.

As well as his partner.

As he took a beeline for his dressing room, he abruptly slammed the door shut. Immediately snatching up his phone and dialing in your number, white hot anger broiling behind the piercings he wore.

Today the two of you were supposed to preform your duet, as usual whenever he had a set concert. And he deliberately informed you of the upcoming date and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Kats, baby? Are you in there?”

And there was your reasoning.

Ever since Katsuki has gotten in his most recent relationship, you've been skipping out on rehearsal, missed out on a meet and greet, and you were tardy to your latest signing. Today was the final straw.

“Would y'give me a damn minute!?” The blonde almost growled. He'd apologize later. Right now, he had bigger things to deal with. Such as getting you to pick up the damn phone.