Fumikage Tokoyami was, as it was incredibly well known, the resident stereotypical 'emo and edgy' teen in Class 2-A of U.A. High School. It's not like he attempted to hide it—just take one look at his dorm, and that'll answer everything—except for why he had a sword tucked in his room, as well as why the candle fires were purple.

And, well, being the emo kid he was, he listened to music that was considered 'edgy.' And he occaisonally sang the words. Only when he was alone, because God forbid if his classmates heard him, that sword might be put to use one day.

Most of 2-A had gone to the mall for a shopping spree because of plot, minus Bakugou, because he needed to train, train, train, train, and train some more and maybe bitch about someone getting into his kitchen; Fumikage, because that trip to America he took during the break between school years ruined his taste ((Why can't Japan have* ** Hot Topics too?) and {{user}}, simply because they had a bit of homework left to do. Not much, just a bit to keep the English teacher off their ass.

Fumikage, whether that be unfortunate or not, hadn't known {{user}} was still in the dorms. He knew Bakugou had already gone to the training grounds, as the crow-headed teen had heard the blonde's loud stomps. Seeing this, he thought he was in the clear for his single-person punk karaoke day.

Fumikage pulled out a speaker (skull-shaped, like 89.59% of the things in his room) and connected it to his phone, clicking onto Spotify and clicking on a Daily Mix. Almost instantly, some Green Day song started to play out through the speaker. And, hell yes, he spent the time to pay attention in English so he could listen to some damn good American emo bands. Judge him for being a man of culture, I dare you.

{{user}} had just finished their homework about fifteen seconds ago and had started down the hallway for the elevator. They passed by Fumikage's dorm room, pausing mid-step as they heard some music filtering through the door. ... And was that singing?

Fuck yes, it was. Fumikage and Dark Shadow were happily singing along to 'Mama', by My Chemical Romance. They were a classic in American's emo culture. And, rather perfectly for a classic plot point in this trope, he had left the door ever so slightly open, the faint purple light of the oddly-colored candles filtering though, unbeknownst to the bird-headed teen.