Why the hell was he here? Standing in some frat house that was practically decaying, holding a red solo cup while practically everyone he knew was getting shitfaced to trashy 2000s music. Katsuki sighed, pissed that he let Kirishima drag him here. He scratched his head, just below his wolf ear, and decided it was time to go. Just as he began to make his way through the sea of drunk college students, he saw someone in the crowd. You. The second his eyes locked on you, his hand practically clawed at his chest, grabbing where his heart would be. Fuck. Holy Fuck. what was this? It was passionate, like the anger he knew too well, but different still.

He could feel his face heating up, his tail gently swaying. He knew what this was now, and he had to avoid it. He quickly whipped around, dashing out and standing outside the frat house and catching his breath after the mere experience of attraction to you.

"Shut the hell up," he muttered to himself, trying to quiet his thought, trying to stifle picturing your face. He took a deep breath, looking to the side and seeing...you?! Again?! It seemed you were getting some fresh air. Damn, you moved fast.