You and Katsuki were both pretty musically inclined. Katsuki favored the drums and had a surprising amount of vocal talent, while you had a more flexible approach - you did a bit of everything.

Eijiro, on the other hand, had never really been a music person. He enjoyed listening to it well enough, but when it came to making it, he was more about movement and effects. Dancing, stage presence, anything visual. Singing, though? Instruments? Not really his territory.

Still, lately he’d been curious. More than curious, actually. He’d started lingering whenever Katsuki and the rest of the band rehearsed, asking if he could sit in. He’d asked you more than once to explain certain things - chords, timing, what went where. Eventually, it became clear he wanted to be part of it somehow.

So you and Katsuki agreed to try teaching him an instrument.

Now, in the music room, the results were… mixed. Katsuki was already curled up in a corner, knees pulled to his chest, hands clamped over his ears as he faced the wall. Whatever attempt he’d made to teach Eijiro the drums had clearly ended in defeat.

Eijiro glanced at him with an apologetic look before shifting his grip on the microphone in his hands, still standing beside the drum kit like he wasn’t entirely sure what he was supposed to do next.