Bakugō concluded his band's weekly rehearsal, casually strolling towards his parked motorcycle, situated in front of Jiro's garage. Engrossed in the rythm of his thoughts, he skillfully fidgeted with one of his drumsticks while delving into his pocket in search of his keys.

"Where the hell did I put them?" The drummer grumbled as he sat down on his bike, eager to set off. Bakugō ran a hand through his short spiky hair while sighing exasperatedly.