His Drumming Heartbeat

Writings

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"No, that's not it," Jiro groaned, crossing off another line of lyrics in her notebook.

A week has overpassed since the last time she and the others saw Kirishima. Midoriya happened to tell Bakugo's parents what occurred and warranted them. As much as he wants to check up on the ash-blond male, he thinks it will be much better for them to do it. They are not shocked by the slightest, understanding how their son's temperament can habitually be whenever it came to the redheaded male.

Kaminari's hand has been recuperating considerably, and the doctor has recommended if he felt like he could play, he would be capable of doing so for a minimal amount of time. He understood it as carefully as he could because Kaminari does not mainly listen to doctor's orders.

Sero has been checking up on the gang whenever he has a vacant possibility of doing so. It nearly shifts to an everyday thing at this point, and no one is criticizing. It supports everyone to not think about the occurrence at the bar; something everyone doesn't need a sort of reminder.

At the time, Bakugo subsequently arrives back to Jiro's and Yazoryouzo's place after a week of being relatively absent. He grabs the pair of drumsticks resting on a nearby shelf and looks warily at how worn down they have become throughout the time he used them. They resemble to be cracking a bit, but if he breaks them, he won't care because he has been yearning to play the drums.

During his time gone, Bakugo hit the gym almost every day as a healthy alternative than smashing his residence to pieces. He doesn't have his drum kit at his flat because of him either not having enough space or his neighbors fretting about the "ruckus."

"Hey, Bakugo," Jiro welcomes him, "can you help me out with this?"

"Songwriting," he questions her. She nods her head, and he decided to blow her off because his only job is drums, that's it. He acknowledges Jiro is the chief of songwriting, and he doesn't want to fret with that. Nothing mentioned in the band agreement about him having to participate in songwriting, only compositions he was supposed to help out.

"Please," Jiro pleaded.

Bakugo groans and walks up to her. His drumsticks still in hand, he takes a seat onto one of the rolling chairs in Jiro's room. He thinks she's wasting his time with this and wants to play the drums.

"Okay," he grunts, "let's see what you have."

'You're burning your bridges down.
You're burning them to the ground.
You're burning your bridges down.
What goes around.
Must come around.
And you burn your bridges down.'

Jiro sings the verses out loud while Bakugo keeps his poker face on him. He makes a few glimpses to Jiro then back to her notebook, putting the pieces together what he wants to add on. He'll admit, they're not bad, but he would have to listen to what else she has.

After she gets done singing, Bakugo cocks his eyebrow, waiting to hear more from her. Instead, Jiro shyly admits, "I don't know what else to have for the verses,"

Bakugo gives her a "are you fucking serious" look. Jiro laughs awkwardly to herself as his eyes keep piercing into her soul. Not before long, Bakugo tells her, "gimme that pen and notebook."

She gives him the pen and notebook, watching the taller male note down words left and right. It astonishes her to see so many rising from Bakugo. Jiro has seen him participate in the writing for the composition, but this is her first time seeing it up close, where he takes control of the lyrics.