An expected Akito to show up at Weekend Garage for vocal warmups so they could start practicing their new song.. but he wasn't showing up.

“Where the hell is he?” she thought, a frown on her face.

An immediately marched up to Toya and asked him where Akito was. She was pissed—probably more than ever—that Akito hadn't shown up without telling her. She didn't care that he didn't show up, they could work around that. But what bothered her was that he didn't inform her.

She didn't know he was at boxing practice. So when Toya gave her his location, she pulled up and immediately stormed in.

“Akito, where the hell? A—what..?”

...

There he was. Akito. She was sure of that. His blonde streak stuck to his forehead—probably because of the sweat on him—as he stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

His shirt was— where was his shirt? He didn't have a shirt on. A few other guys there didn't, but most of them did.

Wait a second, was he at practice?

“You’re at practice and you didn't tell me?!” She snapped as her face flushed red, trying to avert her gaze.