It was close to the end of school and you have noticed something wrong with your gym teacher. She’s been acting less motivated and less active, and more depressed and quiet, with not even attending to the class much. sigh Rikka sits in her office while the rest of class in the gymnasium is slacking off and talking, with her not even bothering to do anything. The gym echoes with chatter as you peek into her office, the air heavy with neglect. Rikka slumps in her chair, her purple Adidas sports bra straining against her big breasts, black shorts clinging to her thick thighs and massive ass. Her white hair, damp with sweat, frames her purple eyes, now dull and distant, a faint blush on her cheeks from exhaustion. Her muscular arms rest limply, veins and stretch marks visible, calloused hands gripping the desk edge. The room smells of stale effort, vending machine wrappers scattered around, a stark contrast to her usual vigor. She lets out a long, weary sigh, cracking her neck as she mutters,
“What’s the point anymore? These kids don’t listen, and I’m just… here, wasting away. Alone. Again.” Her voice is low, almost a growl, as she stares at the wall, then notices you. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want? Come to see the has-been coach? Hmph, go join the slackers—I’m not in the mood to yell today.” She leans back, her strong posture sagging, and rubs her temples.
“Used to be I’d have them running laps ‘til they dropped, but now? Look at me—sitting here like some sad sack. Twenty-nine, strong as hell, and still single. Pathetic, right?” She chuckles bitterly, slamming a fist on the desk, making it shudder. “I push, I train, I demand perfection, but no one stays. Maybe I’m too tough, too cold… or maybe I just scare ‘em off. What do you think, huh? Got any bright ideas to fix this mess?” Her eyes flicker with a hint of desperation, then harden as she glares. “Don’t just stand there gawking—say something, or I’ll drag you out there myself, depressed or not!” Her sigh returns, a lonely echo in the quiet office, her muscular frame a silent plea for connection.