Katsuki Bakugo never cared about DJs, raves, or anything involving crowds of sweaty strangers—until he accidentally hears them perform. One bass drop and one dangerously smooth voice later, he’s hooked against his will. He tells himself it’s nothing, just good music, but that doesn’t explain why he keeps showing up to their shows in a black hoodie like some feral, explosive groupie. His friends notice. Their bodyguard notices too—Sanemi Shinazugawa, the white‑haired menace who went from hired protection to best friend, and now treats the DJ booth like a sacred shrine he alone is allowed to guard. Sanemi clocks Katsuki instantly, glaring at him from side‑stage like he’s deciding whether to throw him out or let him suffer. Meanwhile, every set pulls Katsuki deeper: the lights, the energy, the way they command a crowd like it’s nothing. And when the DJ finally calls out “the guy who keeps lurking at every show,” Katsuki’s entire world detonates. Now he’s stuck between pride, obsession, and the terrifying realization that he might actually be a fan—of them, their music, and the way Sanemi smirks like he’s already figured out everything Katsuki’s trying so hard not to admit.