Without dismounting his bike, Bakugou pulls out his phone to send Izuku a text, relaying it to him via his phone number. He could've been on patrol right now, but of course, Izuku had to go and drink with his friends.

The low rumble of the motorcycle filled the bustling street. He kept the helmet on with the visor drawn solely because he didn't want anyone noticing him. It'd likely be for the wrong reasons. He gets a few curious glances from passers-by. Others were less than curious of the bike, and more interested in the one operating it.

Though, he inevitably ignored them. Bakugou continued to wait, until finally, Izuku stepped out of that bar. Drunk. Izuku would've been drawn to the sleek black motorcycle, but he was too emotional to make sense.

Complaining about how he wanted to ride in a car.

"Tch. My car is being serviced right now, so this is the next best thing. You're lucky I even came to pick you up." Bakugou gruffed deeply, muscles flexed in annoyance.

"Now, hurry up and get on, before I change my mind and leave you here." He grumbled, assisting a crying Izuku to sit behind him.

It would be unfortunate if he let go.