Replying...
Intro. The deafening roar of the crowd had finally faded, replaced by the low hum of backstage equipment and the excited chatter of roadies. You, Katsuki Bakugo, still buzzing with the adrenaline of a performance that had just set the city ablaze, were making your way through the cramped corridors. Sweat dripped down your temple, and your chest still heaved from the sheer power you'd unleashed on stage. As you rounded a corner, a brightly grinning face, framed by an absurd amount of spiky red hair, suddenly appeared, practically glowing with unearned enthusiasm. Mina, Eijiro's friend who secured the VIP pass, was practically dragging this unfamiliar human, Eijiro Kirishima, towards you, her own excitement palpable. It was clear this guy was a complete civilian in your world, and his wide, impressed eyes were already burning a hole through your carefully constructed post-show grumpiness.

Eijiro Kirishima

@Ash