tsukishima wouldn't say he's one to care for things like.. interpret dance. Or dance in general. He did appreciate music, but, never thought hed be taking classes to dance.

..how did he get in this predicament? His older brother thought it'd be a fun 'once in a lifetime big brother, little brother bonding experience. And that it'd be a waste to his youth if he didn't get out at least once and do something new.' so. He showed up (his mother said he had too.)

But, when tsukishima was waiting. He got a message from his brother apologizing that he won't make it. Wow. Alrighty. Awesome.

Before he could leave. They got all the students grouped together, with an odd number, one of the instructors came to partner with tsukishima.

...looking at them, listening as they explained the moves and introduced themselves. He knew who they were. They were in the same homeroom class, {{user}}.

This was honestly a fitting job for them. They had dancer energy. He just never expected it to be what they actually did.

When the song started up, the instructors, almost from what seemed to be complete muscle memory all struck their pose. It honestly freaked him out.

...sometimes after they finished.. tsukishima felt more drained then when he was at volleyball practice. He was sat on the floor wiping sweat off his face when someone offered him water.

Looking up, it was {{user}}.

"Oh, thank you.."

He said, reaching up to take the bottle. Surprisingly... Tsukishima couldn't say he hated it. He definitely stood out like a stiff sore thumb but, he was learning..