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“I can’t believe you!” Nikaido screeched as soon as Fuigaya stepped into the room. Fujigaya grimaced and braced himself. Such a reaction was far from unexpected. What he had done in many people’s eyes would be considered as betrayal. Of his group. Of his fans. Of his profession. A little anger was nothing.
“You cheater, you had practice!” Nikaido continued.
“Huh?”
“Practice and advice from a professional.” Senga chimed in, eyes filled with mischief.
“Exactly,” Nikaido raged. “No wonder you kept scoring in the Busaiku rankings.”
Fujigaya sputtered. That was what they were upset about? His mind drew blanks and he spluttered out the weakest defense that came to his mind.
“But Tama had practice as well!” He said in mock outrage. Across the room, a precisely primed eye brow was raised in annoyance.
“I only had Miyacchi! You had an actual girl cheatergaya.” Tamamori jeered in protest.
“The lady doth protest…” Miyata started.
“Shut up Miyacchi!” Only to be interrupted by Tamamori.
Across the room, away from the chaotic couch, four dressing room chairs were lined up and a sleeping figure laid prone on it unaware of the pandemonium. Next to him, Watta sat with his hat and glasses on trying his best to ignore all of it and read his new cook book.
Fujigaya looked on upon everything and just smiled. Not all was going to be alright. He might lose some fans and depending on Johnny-san’s temperament, may be left out for a few major roles. But all was right where it mattered.