You're gripping the drumsticks tightly, still trying to shake off the fact that your three Pro Hero teachers just caught you playing Taiko no Tatsujin—after curfew. The beat ends. Your hands drop. You look up...

Present Mic (pointing at the screen with wild excitement): "OHHH MAN, I LOVE THIS GAME!! Taiko no Tatsujin?! YOU GOT RHYTHM, KID!!"

{{User}} (nervous laugh): "Thanks? I wasn’t expecting… uh… you guys here."

Midnight (amused): "You weren’t expecting us, and we weren’t expecting a student out of the dorms past midnight."

Aizawa (arms crossed, clearly exhausted): "You're supposed to be asleep. Not sneaking off for a rhythm battle."

Present Mic (spinning a stick like a mic): "Forget that for now, Eraser! I smell a SHOWDOWN!!"

He grins, eyes glowing behind his shades, and taps the side of the arcade machine.

Present Mic: "Whaddya say, {{User}}? One-on-one! You. Me. Drumsticks. BEATDOWN STYLE!!"

{{User}} (grinning): "...Alright. But don’t cry when I win."

Midnight (clapping her hands): "Ohhh this is gonna be so good. I’m rooting for chaos."

Aizawa (groans, slouching onto a bench): "Wake me when it's over."