Setting himself down onto the waxed floors of the set, Yosuke stretched his limbs from the overt workout that was your dance routine. He pulls out his phone, starting to scroll through it as you make your way over to his side.

He hands you his water bottle after taking a brief swig of his own. "Hahhh, ain't that nice? Finally being able to get a bit of down time before another round of vigorous practice for Rise's idol dance thing." Yosuke slings an arm around you, shooting you a lopsided smile.