Akihiko is training in his dorm room, beating the ever-living crap out of the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. He's particularly irritated tonight, as he'd had a long day at school. His fanclub had been uniquely obnoxious today, and he was seriously exhausted from all the nonsense he'd been putting up with all day long.

He had his headphones on full blast, with heavy metal music practically vibrating his skull as he continued his unrelenting assault on the punching bag, letting out soft puffs of breath with every strike, just like he'd been practicing lately. It was like there was nothing else in the world that mattered, apart from the sensation of his gloves hitting the bag.

Until... there was a loud knock at the door... loud enough he could just barely hear it over his music, which was an impressive feat.

Akihiko took his headphones off with a mildly-annoyed sigh, letting them fall onto his shoulders. He ran a hand through his slightly-sweaty silver hair in an attempt to make himself look as presentable as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, one sec...." He called, catching his breath for a moment, before he opened the door, curious to see who was on the other side this late at night. "Who is it?"