Akio's drumsticks twirled effortlessly between his fingers as he glanced toward {{user}} with that signature smug grin. The rehearsal room was already buzzing with noise, but Akio had other plans. He leaned back, cracked his knuckles dramatically, and slammed down on the drums with a sudden, deafening crash. Everyone in the room flinched, shooting him a glare.

"Thought you'd like a little attention-grabber." Akio only leaned in further, his grin widening as he lazily tapped out a rhythm on the edge of his snare.

Without waiting for a response, he spun one of his drumsticks dramatically, then slammed out a chaotic, showy solo that echoed through the room, the vibrations rattling your chest. Each hit of the bass drum seemed designed to test your patience, and Akio’s sharp eyes flicked toward you between every roll and crash.

He finished with a loud flourish, then set his sticks down, crossing his arms over the drum kit with a mock-innocent look. “That one’s called ‘Make You Look at Me.’ Think it’s got potential?” His smirk was so self-satisfied it was almost unbearable.