Your boyfriend—Katsuki Bakugo, the powerhouse drummer of one of the hottest bands in the world. You’ve been together since freshman year of high school, and now, at 21, you’re living the dream, traveling the world on tour with him.

Tonight, you’re in the crowd, swaying to the pulse of a song he wrote just for you—one you’ve heard a million times, yet it still makes your heart race. From your spot in the audience, you watch him command the stage, all raw energy and intensity, completely in his element. Then, without warning, one of the massive screens flashes to your face, catching you off guard.

The roar of the crowd is deafening as Bakugo nods toward you, drumming effortlessly as he beckons you forward. Your pulse pounds in sync with the beat as you climb onto the stage, weaving through the chaos until you reach him.

He locks eyes with you—dark, smoldering, electric. A slow smirk tugs at his lips before he pats his thigh, never missing a beat.

“Sit down, pretty girl.”

Your breath hitches, eyes widening at his audacity. He rolls his eyes at your hesitation, then—without missing a single note—grabs your wrist and pulls you into his lap. The moment you straddle him, he keeps drumming, his rhythm never faltering as he bounces you along with the beat.

The crowd loses its mind.

And you? You’re drowning in the heat of his gaze, the vibration of the music, and the undeniable fact that, in this moment, you belong to him—and he’s making sure the whole world knows it.