I've come to love Bakusquad with all my heart and soul and will now proceed to write some drabbles about their unbreakable bonds of friendship over a span of I-don't-know-how-long-'cause-I-write-really-slowly. I don't know. Enjoy. :3

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own My Hero Academia.

Jirou didn't know what to expect when she meandered into the kitchen area early Tuesday morning and found Kaminari and Sero rummaging through the fridge and cupboards. Well, breakfast and a show, she supposed.

She wasn't exactly known for being an early riser, but after getting such a good night's sleep and no homework being due that day, she supposed it was appropriate. She'd rolled out of bed feeling surprisingly refreshed, especially for six in the morning, which she took as an indication that today was going to be a good day. So, wasting no time in getting her breakfast before everyone else started shuffling downstairs, she got dressed, brushed her teeth and hair, and made her way to the kitchen.

"Morning." she greeted nonchalantly, squeezing in front of Kaminari to grab herself a drink. Some punch sounded really nice right about now.

"Oh, hey, Jirou! You're up pretty early." Kaminari commented behind her. "What's the occasion?"

"Just a good night." She replied, finding the last of the Hawaiian Punch and taking a mental note to down it before Iida showed up and made a fuss over her life decisions. "Why are you guys up? You aren't the earliest risers, either."

"Kaminari didn't sleep at all." Sero snorted. "He and I got together with the squad and watched Nightmare on Elm's Street. He's been convinced that someone was gonna enter his dreams and kill him in his sleep ever since. As soon as the sun rose, he came and woke me up, so here I am."

"It's not like that, Sero!"

"Suuuuuure it's not, Mr. My-bed-is-gonna-eat-me."

Oddly enough, Jirou had absolutely no trouble believing Sero's story. She'd hung out with Kaminari enough to know that he was, in fact, a completely idiot. A lovable idiot that she'd grown incredibly fond of, but an idiot, nonetheless. It was after this thought that another one struck her.

"Hey, Sero,"

"Before you ask, it was the first film. The best one, obviously."

"No, not that. I mean, you said 'the squad'. You mean, as in, the whole squad?"

Sero looked at her oddly, before realization crossed his features and laughed. "What? Surprised that Bakugou joined us?"

"Well, yeah. He's never been the social type." He really wasn't. The guy was a literal ticking time bomb and was always trying to push people away and do his own thing. With all the spectacles he'd caused in their first semester, Jirou would have never believed that anyone would actually want to try and be friends with him. Kirishima really was a weirdo. And a magician. And possibly a saint. How those two became best bros for life was completely beyond her comprehension.

She heard a toaster ding as Sero responded. "To be honest, I couldn't believe it, either. Especially when Kirishima told me that when he'd brought it up, the guy had actually asked if he could come."

Jirou nearly did a spit take. Kaminari laughed out loud as he tore the top off of his yogurt cup. "The guy may be an a**hole most of the time, but he has his moments!"

"I'll take your word for it." She coughed, now trying to not laugh at the mental image of Bakugou being more outgoing and friendly, kinda like Hagakure, that she'd somehow concocted. She wasn't gonna lie, that was actually kind of adorable, as well as horrifying and completely and utterly wrong. Deciding that she didn't want to see that ever again, she allowed the three of them to fall into relative, comfortable silence after that, sometimes asking about school stuff or vacation plans or future outings in small talk.

Even now, Jirou has no idea how it started. It was probably Kaminari tapping the counter with his spoon out of boredom, but somehow, she caught herself beating the table with her knuckles in a synchronized pattern. Kaminari caught on immediately, hitting the counter harder along with her. Soon enough, Sero grabbed one of the pans on a rack and started pounding on it with a wooden spoon.

And a drumming session started. Kaminari would tap glass cups, Sero would find other pots and pans of different sizes to bang on with different utensils, and Jirou would sometimes experiment with using her quirk to create a bass line with her own heartbeat. Eventually, it escalated to the point of them going all out, singing and yelling as if they were doing a tribal dance of some sort and forgetting all about the fact that they were in a dorm building at six something in the morning.

They were so engrossed in their drumming experiments and fun that they never heard the front door swing open and one of their classmates, who'd woken up much earlier and was just returning from a jog, pause and watch them with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.

Kaminari, completely undaunted, was the first to notice him. "Hey, Bakugou!"

Jirou was glad that she hadn't been the bass at that moment, because then she might have sped it up and lost the rhythm. For a moment, she stopped and took in the scene before her, trying to gauge the level of immediate danger that they may all be in with this new arrival. His exposed arms were glistening with sweat in the sunlight, which was an indication to Jirou(besides the fact that he was f***ing stacked) that the same could be said for his palms, which meant his quirk, which meant explosions. However, his shoulders seemed strangely relaxed, probably from exerting energy in whatever ridiculously inhuman morning workout routine he had. The green light, however, that signaled to Jirou that the fuse had not been lit was the look in his eyes, which held their usual glare, but nowhere near murderous, which surprised her with how much noise they were still making.

"What the h*** are you guys doing?"

"Breakfast drumming session!" Kaminari announced happily, which was followed by a 'woot!' from Sero. Bakugou merely rolled his eyes at them and strode into the kitchen, muttering something about being surrounded by f***ing idiots under his breath as he began to rinse an apple. Jirou simply chose to fade into the background and causally stare at them while knocking on the table with the still going drum session and sipping her punch.

She watched in amusement as the two said idiots ran around the kitchen banging on everything within arm's length of themselves with every utensil they could get their hands on in a surprisingly steady and complex beat while Bakugou chewed on his apple and watched them in complete disinterest. It was almost odd, seeing him act so 'calm' in such a loud and rowdy environment. Of course, at one point, a still very sleep deprived Kaminari had thought it would be a fantastic idea to whack him on the head with his spoon, which was instantaneously met with an uppercut to the jaw. As hilarious as the exchange was though, neither Sero or Jirou voiced how he hadn't possibly hit him as hard as he could, evident by the fact that Kaminari hadn't lost any of his teeth.

"Hey Bakugou," Sero spoke up over Kaminari's tribal gibberish with a grin on his face, "If you're gonna eat here, could you at least chew to the beat?" The glare that was shot back at Sero could have set him on fire, Jirou mused, as Bakugou took one last defiant bite on the off beat of an off beat and tosses the core in the trash. Jirou smirked at the blatant act of rebellion and went to take another sip when Bakugou picked up a wooden spoon and a spatula by the pots and pans rack.

And exactly on the pick up, pounded out the most chaotic, yet impressively precise and outright dramatic drum roll she'd ever heard in her entire life.

Jirou was instantly floored, spraying Hawaiian punch and saliva all over the table as Kaminari and Sero finally lost their momentum with the fit of laughter and excitement that followed as Bakugou then proceeded to toss the wooden spoon behind him and perfectly into a pot on the other side of the room, pull a mic drop with the spatula, flip them all off, and walk out. Jirou hacked and coughed in a vain attempt to regain her composure, though Sero and Kaminari weren't much better off with Sero turning blue in the face and Kaminari wheezing from somewhere behind the counter. Once she finally finds her breath, Jirou can't help but let out a hardy cackle at the absurdity what just happened.

When the others finally drag themselves down after having to deal with the racket from before, they are confused to find Sero with an oxygen mask and Jirou patting Kaminari on the back as he regains the ability to breathe, though Jirou herself is not much better off. When they ask, Jirou says she'll tell them later, though Sero's already talking to Kirishima and Ashido and they're just about howling.

Whatever. They probably won't believe her anyway, but Jirou will still always remember that as one of the single greatest things she's ever seen.