Take My Hand

is it you?

Katsuki hates the club scene, sweaty bodies compiled in one building dancing around out of their minds drunk. He also hated the fact that some extra used her quirk on him to change his appearance for this mission. Katsuki’s eyes are ice blue and his hair white and slicked back. He's wearing a nice fitting pair of jeans a white v neck and a leather jacket. But the real kicker is the fact that he's partnered with cheeks and the insomniac. Lets not forget their old teachers Eraserhead and All Might watching over the whole mission.

They finally get on location and the outside it looks like a dingy warehouse. But upon entering it's nothing as expected there's no set type of music. There's a stage in the center of the chaos where bands and DJs can set up. Good vibes flow like a virus, melting into each person who makes contact. There's love and lust in the air, all hyped up and ready to give people a night they will most likely never forget.

Each team member signals to each other and split knowing what part they play here. Katsuki weaves through the people like a pro heading straight for the bar, smirking with a sexy confidence that would make anyone drop to their knees.

As he sits on the bar stool he notices there are hundreds of people in the crowd dancing their sweat glistening off their bodies in the strobe lights. Ordering himself a whiskey sour he starts scanning the crowd for the targets. Something swirls In the corner of his eye giving him a feeling of deja vu as the purple mist opens on the other side of the bar .

The first to step through of course is the handy man himself with long grayish blue hair in all his emo glory. Wearing a black longsleeve and black skinny jeans. Katsuki has to shove down the growl threatening to escape his throat. He is then followed by his normal band of idiots Dabi the flame douche, stabby toga, that marbled bastard and the green lizard fucker with swords.

“ I've got eyes on LOV seems intel was correc–” Katsukis breath suddenly hitches in his throat as one final person comes through the portal. His mind goes completely blank at the man that stepped through. Green curly hair bouncing with each step taken reminding him of the boy who would once follow behind him. He had curves in all the right places, especially in the hips and thighs and his small waist made his figure very alluring. But that's impossible because that person never looked like that and he's been missing for 8 years. they found evidence of a possible suicide but there was no body found.

The greenette beelines for the bar calling the bartender over to get a drink. Then there's a hand with a lifted pinky grabbing his forearm pulling him back.

"What do you think you're doing my little kitten? You know you've got a show to do." Shigaraki says, making the greenette visibly cringe.

The bartender sets down the greenette's drink in front of him. Wrenching his arm out of shigaraki's grip.

"Tomura, I've told you time and time again not to call me kitten. And for your information i still have time before i go up so how about giving me some fucking space? You dig?" The greenette says with a forced smile and his head cocked to the side.

"You know kitten if I were you I would pick and choose my battles a little more wisely, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your precious kota. " he says in a sing-song voice as he fiddles with the collar around the boy's throat. "You know what happened to your poor mother. Sensei is the one who gave you to me, meaning your mine."

The smaller man flinches and turns his head away trying to distance himself from his touch "Whatever Tomura. Just let me have a drink first."