It's been about a week since Bakugou met the band, and whilst he answered some occasional texts from Jirou and Kirishima asking him how he's been, he hasn't really interacted with them much more. 

   He spent most of the week working with Midoriya, since he has been planning to do a concert, but he has no idea which pieces to choose, so he's mostly spent his week helping his friend choose.

   "What about this one?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he motioned a piece in one of the many compilation books Midoriya has.

   "I don't know, Kacchan... it's super difficult..."

   "Then fucking practise it-!"

   "But I'm too lazy!"

   "Why do I even fucking bother?" he sighed, getting up. "I'm leaving," he declared, putting on his shoes, and putting on a random jacket, putting his keys in it, along with his wallet.

   "Huh? Where-"

   "Groceries," he simply stated. "We are running out," he shortly explained. "You better have chosen a piece or two by the time I come back," he glared.

   "Okay," he nodded.

   "Good. I'm out," he said, giving him a short wave as he left and closed the door behind him.

   He stood by the door, calming himself, breathing in and out. Midoriya's lack of decision making skills is really irking him, so calming down is the only way for him not to shout any small inconvenience that is bound to happen while he is out.

   'Fucking hell, I don't even know what I'll be making this week,' he grumbled, trying to mentally decide what dishes to cook this week. 

   Unfortunately, since he is living with Midoriya, he has to cook katsudon at least once a week otherwise living with him is absolutely insufferable. Knowing at least one dish of the week, he tried to think about anything else. 

   'Curry, more don bowls, maybe beef? Or fish? Fried fish?'

   He entered the store, picking up a basket, and then proceeding to go into the frozen aisle. Picking up ingredient after ingredient, he calmly planned out what he'll be cooking for the next week.

   Grocery shopping could be oddly calming when people didn't get in his way, which wasn't too often, thankfully. He picked up rice packets, checked the nutrition facts, making sure it'll fit his diet, and also fit Midoriya's diet. He has to make sure they both eat healthily, otherwise they might get bad habits. He really should stop cooking for his friend, otherwise he won't know how to have a good diet himself.

   'I wanna make spicy ramen,' he thought, looking over the ramen packets. He looked at the cup noodles, before sneering, and grabbing a packet of ramen noodle, glaring at the cups. He just doesn't have a great relationship with cup noodles, mostly because he left his and Midoriya's apartment to go participate in a competition abroad, and when he came back weeks after, the apartment was filled of them, and he remembers having to clean the entire apartment, and since then he absolutely hates them.

   Looking over the prices of everything he bought, and comparing it to his bank account's balance, he nodded at himself, content that everything he has is cheap but good quality. He went over to the self-checkout, and left the store after entering it thirty minutes ago. 

   He strolled on the streets, taking in the sight of any new store, or of new announcements attached on the walls and bulletin boards. He stopped in front of one particular bulletin board, where many announcements were put on it.

   'New concerts... pop... rock... rap... so many different genres,' he thought, looking at all the announcements. 'I wonder how different all those concerts are... do people act different in pop concerts than rap concerts? What about metal and rock? I wonder...' he thought, sighing, and walking away. 

   It's not like that concert will be his only one. His parents won't know everything he does, so he can go anywhere he wants. He really wants to go to another concert again, but maybe listening isn't enough. Oh how he wishes he could play on stage like all those bands. 

   "I guess the piano has to be enough for me," he muttered, entering his apartment block, and going in the elevator. 

   Yawning as he waited for the elevator to get to his level, he suddenly remembered what he had asked of Midoriya before he left.

   'He better have found something,' he thought, glaring at his door as he began unlocking it. 

   Entering the apartment, he raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar pair of shoes, and a second voice in the apartment.

   He looked up after putting the grocery bag down, and having taken off his shoes.

   "Deku?" he called.

   "Yes?"

   "Who the fuck-"

   "Oh! Bakugou's your roommate?"

   He blinked at the sight of Kirishima sitting next to Midoriya. He narrowed his eyes. "You-"

   "I invited him over," chuckled Midoriya, trying to calm the blond. "He's helping me too, and I managed to finally choose a piece!" he grinned.

   "Oh yeah?" he asked, a menacing smile on his lips. "You still have fucking ten other pieces to fucking choose, shitty nerd," he snarled, picking up the grocery bag, and disappearing in the kitchen. "You better not have chosen randomly either," he added.

   "I haven't, Kacchan!" he squeaked.

   Things quietened down, but Bakugou could still hear their hushed conversion.

  "Midoriya! Why didn't you tell me Bakugou was your roommate?" asked Kirishima, failing to be quiet.

   "Huh? I did tell you that my accompaniment during concerts is my roommate," blinked Midoriya, slightly confused. 

   "Yeah. But I've never seen you play with him," hissed Kirishima. "You told me that, but the only accompaniment I've seen you with was that pretty tall lady with the long black hair."

   'Yaoyorozu?' wondered Bakugou. He remembers being sick the day of one of Midoriya's concerts, and she had been the accompaniment instead. 

   "Oh! Yaomomo," chuckled Midoriya. "I forgot that she's the one who was playing when you came," he admitted. "Sorry I made you confused," he apologised.

   "It doesn't matter, but it did take me by surprise."

   "Hm." Bakugou finished putting away all the groceries, and then joined them at the table, looking at all the piece scattered. "Is that all your choice?" he asked.

   "Uh- yeah," he nodded. "I have more in my room-"

   "Go get it."

   "Kacchan! I'm like you! I have a whole shelf of them! I'm not going to bring everything over-"

   "Bring stuff you haven't played during a concert yet," he shrugged.

   "Okay, fine," he sighed, getting up and going to his room.

   When Bakugou realised he accidentally made him and Kirishima alone, things became a bit awkward. Thankfully, Kirishima knows how to break awkwardness.

   "How long have you two been living together?" he asked, smiling up at him.

   "Since we left high school," he shrugged. "We were both a bit desperate to leave our hometown, where my parents kept bringing me down, and where his mother kept wanting to keep him from doing things that worry her, so we both left to be more independent."

   "Man, that's pretty manly," he chuckled. "It's only been about two year since I left my parents' house, and I still struggle living by myself," he smiled. "I'm lucky to live in the same neighbourhood as Sero and Satou," he said.

   "Who are they?"

   "Oh- Oh yeah, you didn't get to meet them, huh," he shrugged. "They help up with our concerts, and with our recordings too. They help us with our new songs, since having an outside opinion can be good, and whenever we ask our parents, they always say it is great even if it isn't," he chuckled. "They are our friends though, not really employees? They do get credit for everything they do," he smiled.

   "Hm."

   "I think they are the only reason our manager hasn't gone insane," he chuckled. 

   "They organise your concerts?"

  "Yep! Sometimes we don't get to do a concert for a few months though," he shrugged. "I don't think I've ever worried about which songs to perform like Midoriya is doing right now," he said.

   "It's usually nicer to perform a piece you haven't performed yet," said Bakugou. "He's worrying too fucking much because he can't be organised enough," he sighed. "I may be his accompaniment, but I refuse to choose the pieces for him. I'm only giving him an outside opinion. You are too... right?"

   "Yeah! It's funny how you are much less scary than I remember," he smiled. 

   'Huh?' Bakugou felt a bit embarrassed.

   "Like- I remember you being all mad and defensive and all, but you are so calm now," he grinned. "It's nice."

   "Shut up," he frowned, looking away, his face feeling a bit hot. "I'm not calm."

   "You sure look calm."

   "I-"

   "I'm back!" announced Midoriya, closing his bedroom door, and carrying about five compilation books, each organised in period times. "I think all of those are nice, but I've yet to really think about it."

   "Let's get to it then," smiled Kirishima, opening YouTube on his phone, to listen to the pieces. Whilst Bakugou and Midoriya know most of them, and how they sound, Kirishima is mostly clueless about it, even though he tries his best to learn about it.

   Their progress was slow, as Midoriya and Kirishima chose nice pieces together, and Bakugou tried to make sense out of them, and organise them in a sensible order. They had at least half the concert down by the time it was five in the afternoon.

   "Want something to drink?" asked Midoriya, getting up, and stretching.

   "Hm? Yes please," smiled Kirishima.

   "Yeah. Water."

   "Same."

   "Three glasses of water, I suppose," nodded Midoriya, making his way over to the kitchen.

   Bakugou and Kirishima were alone again, but he was more comfortable this time.

   "It's amazing how you and Midoriya play all this by yourselves," he sighed, smiling. "Like... our concerts would feel empty with one instrument missing, but you guys do all this on one instrument."

   "Deku doesn't."

   "Okay, but still, two instruments isn't that much."

   "It's like acoustic guitar and voice," he shrugged. "Still, two instruments isn't that much," he nodded.

   "I'm amazed at how many textures your pieces seemed to have. If I listened to it with my eyes closed, and someone told me it was a duet or something, I would believe them. To think you did everything with just two hands... it's amazing," he smiled.

   "It's nothing," he shrugged. "You play guitar, right? You can play fingerstyle, and then you would play more than one texture on just one instrument."

   "I suppose... I usually don't play like that."

  "You know chords. Maybe learn something new," he shrugged.

   "Yeah," he chuckled. "I don't think I've ever realised that our band's music is empty before our first support drummer gave up, and practise became harder," he said. "Maybe it is like in an orchestra, and without violins or something, or maybe the cellos, it becomes so much different, a bit lacking," he said.

   "I suppose," he shrugged, giving Midoriya a nod for a thanks when he came back from the kitchen. "Wait- support drummer?"

   "Yep! We've never had an official drummer," he chuckled. "Originally, Jirou was going to be the drummer, but then who would be the vocalist 'cause she was the best singer, and she could sing and drum at the same time, but we found that it is just easier to have a support drummer," he shrugged. "It's strange, and I guess people always asked us who the drummer is 'cause we never have one on our photos and stuff," he said.

   "Ah- Didn't you tell us that your current support drummer is going to leave to be in his own band too?" asked Midoriya.

   "Yeah," he sighed. "We'll have to find one soon if we want to perform soon or something," he said. "It's easier to practice if we have a drummer too, and Jirou can't do everything."

   Midoriya hummed, a bit sympathetic, before his eyes glinted as he glanced over in Bakugou's direction.

   "What, shitty nerd?"

   "Don't you," Bakugou almost stopped breathing, "also play the drums?" he asked, a grin on his lips. He was plotting something.

   "Hah-"

  "You do?!" asked Kirishima, gasping. "Do you? Show us!"

   "Hah? Now? No," he refused. "Hell fucking no," he repeated.

   "Please?" pouted Kirishima. "I'm not going to start ask more from you, I just really want to see you drumming," he smiled. "You can play piano, and drums, what else can you do?" he asked.

   "He knows a few chords on the guitar," said Midoriya, "and he can sing too."

   "Anyone can sing if they try," said Bakugou. "Some are better than others."

   "Are you part of the better ones?"

   He refused to say anything. 

   "Still. I don't think I could play drums," sighed Kirishima. "Especially with people," he said. "Imagine setting the rhythm for everyone? I don't think I could handle such pressure. If you mess up, then the whole song kinda gets messed up," he said, a small frown on his features.

   "Don't think about it too much. It isn't that bad," shrugged Bakugou. "If you mess up on the guitar, the whole song kinda gets messed up too. It's not just the drums."

   Midoriya sighed, giving him a disapproving look.

   'Did I mess up?'

   "I guess," chuckled Kirishima. "Anyway! Don't change the subject! I still wanna see you on the drums!" he smiled, suddenly grinning.

   "Ah-"

   "Come on, let's go," smiled Midoriya, dragging them to Bakugou's room. 

   Once they entered it, Kirishima gasped at it.

   "Oh wow! You have so many posters," he gaped, looking at all of the posters he had on display in his room. "And... and so many awards too," he smiled.

   "Yeah... I collected them over the years, so don't fucking think I got them all at once, Shitty Hair," he growled.

   "Shitty-?! My hair is great! It's not that different from yours if you think about it," he pouted. "Anyway, you have a grand piano?" he asked, looking at the piano in his room.

   "Dumbass. That's an upright piano. You saw a grand piano at the concert, moron," he said.

   "Oh yeah. It still looks amazing! You have a drum kit too, huh... It looks expensive."

   "Yeah? Would you believe me if I got it in a fucking charity shop? The people there didn't know how to price it so they just sold it for three thousand fucking yen," he grinned.

   "Holy shi- You got so lucky," he chuckled, looking over it. "What songs do you usually play to?" he asked.

   "Punk. Metal. Rock," he said, with a shrug. "Anything."

   "Really?"

   Bakugou sat down on the stool, and spun the drumsticks between his fingers, shrugging. He tried to think of a song, and once he had one in his head, he began to drum to it. It was a bit weird not to have the song playing, but he supposes it doesn't matter, from the way Kirishima looked at him drumming in awe.

   He stopped soon after, and Kirishima quickly put a song on, one that he recognised, and he began drumming to it, since he had drummed to it before once or twice.

   He found himself having fun, and he usually does as he plays the drums, but playing for an audience was really different. He doesn't mind this. In fact, he may like it a bit too much.

   "Argh! If I had my guitar, we could be having so much more fun," exclaimed Kirishima, frustrated, but still happy. "Next time? Ah- I'd have to learn a few songs- What if you learn our songs? Oh- You wanna be our drummer?" he asked.

   "Uh-" Bakugou's smile dropped, before he even realised he was wearing one. He hesitated. "I-" 'I don't know...'

   "I- Sorry, that was a bit out of the blue," he chuckled. "Well, it doesn't matter. We'll definitely play together one day, and it better be soon 'cause it sounds like so much fun," he chuckled. "What do you say? You in?" he asked. "I bet we can totally have Midoriya play with us," he grinned. "You could play the vocalist on your flute or something," he shrugged.

   "I- Well. I could, but I think maybe not? I'd rather just watch," he chuckled.

   Bakugou shook his head, then nodding. "One day. Soon," he said. "You can text me the fucking details or something," he shrugged.

   "Yeah!" he nodded.

   They moved back to the table, and went back to trying to choose pieces for Midoriya's concert, but they didn't get much farther since they kept chatting about anything and everything. it was fun though, and Bakugou can't deny that being with Kirishima was as infuriating as he thought it might be.

   He doesn't do well around people. He's awkward, he's aggressive, but Kirishima seemed to handle all of it so smoothly. When Bakugou curses loudly, he doesn't flinch, nor does he try and tell him to stop being so loud. He just accepts him for what he is.

   He cooked dinner for them, enjoying spending time with Kirishima and Midoriya, even if the concert pieces weren't all chosen yet, but it can wait. Midoriya's concert doesn't have a fixed date yet.

   After dinner, they all went to the living room to calm down, and watch a movie, and Kirishima gasped when he saw their cat, which hasn't moved from the living room since the morning.

   "You have a cat!" he gasped, trying not to be too loud in case he scares her.

   "Yep! I told you about Kimi when you told us about your dog, right?"

   "Oh yeah. You never shows pictures though," he said, putting his hand near the cat's nose so that she can sniff it before letting him pet her. He let out another gasp when she pressed the top on her head against his fingers.

   "Her name is Kem."

   "Kem? Kimi? What's the difference?"

   "Kem is an abbreviation for King Explosion Murder."

   Kirishima laughed, startling the cat a bit. "That sounds just like something you would do, huh," he smiled. "I think Kimi is cuter though."

   He clicked his tongue, and crossed his arms as he sat down on the couch, letting the other two choose a movie to watch. He stopped pouting when Kimi stepped out of Kirishima's hold, and settled happily on his lap. 

   'Hah! She didn't betray me,' he grinned, petting the cat, and giving Kirishima a sneer.

   "Man, I'm usually the animals' favourite! Guess she likes you more than me," he pouted.

   "I think she only really likes Kacchan," sighed Midoriya. "I never have her to myself, unless he isn't there," he said.

   "I'm better than you, that's the only reason, obviously."

   "Oh yeah, wanna see my dog? He's amazing," he said, searching for a picture on his phone, before finally finding the perfect photo. He showed it to Bakugou, and he raised an eyebrow. 

   "It looks way too energetic."

   "He's great. He's a bit too energetic, yeah, but I love him nonetheless. He also knows so many tricks, and he is so cuddly! He's like a bigger version of your cat. Cuddly."

   "Does he bite?"

   "Sometimes. He bit a thief once."

   "Hm. Guess they are similar."

   "Kimi doesn't bite?" he asked.

   "No. She scratches sometimes when things aren't right, like when she wants to say she's sick and stuff," said Midoriya. "She's really sweet, and you know when cats scratch or bite to show affection? She usually just puts her paw on you, without the claws, and taps you and stuff- She's super cute!"

   "Ah- My dog's kinda like that too! He's a bit too enthusiastic about