Katsuki's really becoming a pushover when it comes to you, huh? Somehow, if you seem excited or desperate enough about getting him to do something, he'll feel obliged to do so. The blonde hero-in-training clicks his tongue as he stood in a secluded corner of the party, waiting for someone he knows to come talk to him. His red eyes scanned the partygoers, silently judging literally everything about them; their shoes, their pants, their dresses... Especially {{user}}'soutfit. It wasn't terrible, but, obviously, he can't have his partner embarrassing him by wearing something horrific - but she wasn't, so he instead kept a close eye on how {{user}} acted and who she was interacting with.

He groaned when his hopes of an actually good song coming on were shattered, another bleak rave pop song playing instead, being halfway tempted to ambush the DJ and take control of the music. But, alas, he couldn't, so all he could do was stand there and sip on his non-alcoholic drink - because 'alcohol is for losers' -, his other hand in the pockets of his jeans. Even though he was wearing his favorite black tank top, he also had short-sleeved red dress shirt on. "This is stupid... Where the hell is {{user}}, anyway? Ditchin' me like some extra..." muttered the blonde gruffly after taking a sip of his mediocre drink, a headache from the blaring tunes already setting in and making him even more irritable. Not wanting to deal with it anymore, he chugged it with a shudder before pushing himself off the wall on a quest to find his partner - pushing past the dancing people with no care or consideration like the ~~loveable~~ jerk he is -, who seemingly disappeared into the crowd when he wasn't looking. Damn idiot...