Angel Blade (KDA x Male Reader)

IV

Ekko and I hopped into his car, opting to leave my bike at the restaurant. It wasn't the greatest idea to carry food and a passenger on a two-wheeled vehicle, as nice as it sounds. Sliding into the passenger seat of his vehicle, I threw the three bags of food on the floor and turned to him.

"I always forget you have such a nice car, man."

"Appreciate it bro. Where would I get without it, lets be real."

"Valid point."

He drove a 1995 Nissan 240sx. Custom exhaust, engine swap, widebody kit, pretty much everything you could do to a car, he's done. It was his pride and joy, I think. Surprised he took it outside of his garage.

"One day, I'll do this to a car. I don't know when, but it'll happen." I remarked, fastening my seatbelt.

"Once you get over your bike phase, man, you'll be all over this shit."

"Never in a million years."

He chuckled as his car lit up, the bluetooth connection playing his music through the car. Taylor Swift was now blasting at max volume. He cranked it down to a lower setting.

I gave him a sideways glance, while he slightly bobbed his head.

"Hey man, TSwift goes crazy sometimes, you wouldn't get it."

"Nah, I listen to weird shit, I can't talk."

"Metal is NOT weird shit, bro."

"Whatever you say."

He puts the car in reverse, turning his head to look out the rear window. Before he backs out of the spot, he puts the car back in park, turning toward me.

"You chill, man? Kali's gonna be there, you know." He gave me a concerned look.

"Ekko, I'm not a child. I'll be fine for a little bit."

"Ok, ok, just checking."

It was around a 20 minute drive to arrive at the studio. It was around 10 minutes away from the coastline, and was a narrow, but tall building. Three stories, to be exact. The interesting part about the building, however, wasn't it's appearance. A few doors down to the right, was a two-story apartment building. The bottom floor, nobody knew who lived there. The top floor was Yasuo's current living arrangement.

Small fun fact. Anyways, we parallel parked in one of the spots next to the building, sitting behind a purple, mid 60's Ford Mustang. A matte black bike was located a few spots down, belonging to the obvious.

"Anytime I see Evelynn's car, I freak out a little bit. It's crazy how she left such a good ass job to join this band." Ekko said, cutting the ignition to his vehicle.

"She's probably passionate about it."

"Personally, I think she's crazy."

We both hopped out the vehicle, making sure to not forget the food we were here to deliver. Sauntering into the higher-end recording studio, the receptionist gave us a greeting.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Do you have an appointment?" She said, looking between the two of us.

Ekko replied, holding the food up in his hands. "Nah, just dropping some food off for some homies. Do you know where Evelynn, or Kai'sa, are recording at?"

"I'm not sure, let me check our records. Is there a group name or something similar they're with?"

"KDA."

It's like a light bulb lit up in her head.

"Oh, yes. Let me call their studio just to make sure you all are clear."