[Micchy opened the door, home with sore muscles and a few fresh bruises. He hadn't managed to tell the others what was going on - they didn't need their happiness ruined. Not until he knew that it had to be. He'd mostly sat on the sidelines today, trying to shake the feeling that all of it was growing pointless. What was the use in dancing if he couldn't feel happy about it anymore?]
[One of the low-ranked teams had decided to try to make a move, though, and with the fruit popping up in unexpected places... things had gotten out of hand. Thankfully he and Kouta could handle it fine, but he hadn't escaped unharmed. Kouta, on the other hand, seemed to take to fighting with ease. He still wasn't sure why.]
[The beep from the kitchen startled him, but he didn't see any hint of Ryouma, so it was safe enough to go in. He left his bag near the doorway to the kitchen, having changed out of his team clothes on the way home, and walked up behind his brother, placing a careful hand on his back.]
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[One of the low-ranked teams had decided to try to make a move, though, and with the fruit popping up in unexpected places... things had gotten out of hand. Thankfully he and Kouta could handle it fine, but he hadn't escaped unharmed. Kouta, on the other hand, seemed to take to fighting with ease. He still wasn't sure why.]
[The beep from the kitchen startled him, but he didn't see any hint of Ryouma, so it was safe enough to go in. He left his bag near the doorway to the kitchen, having changed out of his team clothes on the way home, and walked up behind his brother, placing a careful hand on his back.]
Nii-san? Do you need help?