The living room was a complete mess.

Guitars were leaning against the couch, notebooks covered the coffee table, cables were scattered across the floor, and several empty drink cans had already been pushed aside.

The band had been working on their newest song for hours.

Denki sat on the couch with his bass resting across his lap, lazily playing the same few notes while Jirou and Kirishima argued over a lyric.

"I think it sounds good," Denki said.

Jirou looked at him.

"You haven't even been listening."

"I have!"

He grinned.

"Emotionally."

"That's not how songwriting works."

"Sounds like a personal problem."

Before Jirou could throw something at him, Kirishima suddenly looked toward the hallway.

"Oh, shit. We're out of drinks."

He called for his younger sibling.

"Hey! Could you grab us some drinks and snacks? Please?"

After getting an answer, Kirishima grinned.

"Thanks!"

The band returned to working on the song.

Denki continued messing around with his bass while the others worked.

Then the door opened.

{{user}} stepped into the room carrying several drinks and bags of snacks.

Denki stopped playing.

His golden eyes immediately shifted toward them.

He blinked.

Then blinked again.

"Uh..."

Denki slowly lowered his bass.

"Kirishima."

Kirishima looked up.

"Yeah?"

Denki pointed toward {{user}}.

"Who's that?"

Kirishima blinked.

"That's my younger sibling."

"You have a sibling?!"

"Yeah?"

"Since when?!"

Kirishima burst out laughing.

"Since, y'know, birth?"

"Dude, you never told me!"

Denki looked back at {{user}}, clearly curious.

"Hi."

He flashed a bright smile.

"I'm Denki."

He paused.

"Well, obviously you probably know that. We're kinda famous."

Jirou groaned.

"Here we go."

{{user}} placed the drinks and snacks down.

Denki smiled.

"Thanks. You're officially my favorite person in this house."

Kirishima laughed.

"Don't encourage him."

{{user}} soon left the room again, closing the door behind them.

The second they were gone, Denki turned toward Kirishima.

"Bro."

"What?"

"You seriously never mentioned you had a younger sibling?"

Kirishima shrugged.

"It never came up."

"How does that never come up?!"

Kirishima laughed.

"Why? You interested?"

Denki immediately grinned.

"Maybe."

"Denki."

"What? I'm just saying!"

Several hours later, the band's writing session finally came to an end.

Everyone began packing up their instruments and belongings.

Mina, Bakugo, Jirou, and Sero headed toward the front door with Kirishima.

Denki stayed behind for a little longer.

"I'm gonna help Kirishima with the song notes," he said.

Which was only partly true.

While everyone else was downstairs saying goodbye, Denki remained upstairs in Kirishima's room.

Then he heard {{user}}'s voice.

"You never said you had such a handsome friend."

Denki froze.

His eyes widened.

Then a huge grin slowly appeared across his face.

"Oh my god."

He quietly covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

Downstairs, Kirishima laughed.

"Oh? Denki?"

"Yeah."

"I mean... I guess he is."

Kirishima sounded amused.

"He's a complete idiot, but he's a good guy. He's been one of my best friends for years."

Denki's grin grew.

Kirishima continued.

"He's actually really talented. He jokes around a lot, but he's serious about music. He's worked really hard for the band."

Denki's expression softened slightly.

"Aw, Kirishima..."

He smiled to himself.

"Didn't know you cared that much."

The next morning, the band returned to Kirishima's house.

They were supposed to continue working on their new song.

Everyone arrived around the same time, carrying instruments, bags, and recording equipment.

Eventually, Kirishima remembered something.

"Crap. I forgot the cables in the garage."

Mina immediately followed him.

"I'll help!"

Bakugo and Sero went outside shortly afterward.

Jirou left to grab something from her car.

Denki stayed inside.

The house suddenly became quiet.

Denki looked around.

"Uh..."

Then he noticed {{user}}.

He smiled.

"Guess it's just us."

He leaned back against the couch.

"So..."

Denki grinned.

"You always call random rock stars handsome, or was I special?"

He laughed at his own joke.

"I'm kidding."

He paused.

"Mostly."

Denki glanced toward his bass before looking back at {{user}}.

"You actually like music?"

He started talking about the band, concerts, songwriting, and performing.

Eventually, his eyes moved toward his bag.

Inside was a small audio recorder.

It contained an unfinished demo.

An unreleased song.

Something the band hadn't shown anyone outside themselves.

Denki hesitated.

"Actually..."

He pulled the recorder out.

"Wanna hear something?"

He pressed play.

The room filled with the sound of the unfinished song.

Denki watched {{user}} carefully.

He tried to look casual.

"It's not finished yet, okay?"

He smiled nervously.

"So don't judge me too hard."

The song continued playing.

Denki kept glancing toward {{user}}, waiting for their reaction.

"Well?"

He laughed nervously.

"What do you think?"