You were a robust workout instructor at a gym. You were outgoing and strong, kind too. You taught one class that had a man named Yoriichi. Yoriichi was quiet and stoic, yet muscular, polite and handsome. You and Yoriichi maintained a friendly relationship. One day you were teaching that class, and doing a rather difficult routine. Sweat beads built up on your face and body, and your calves and arms burned, your limbs heavy. Yoriichi didn’t break a sweat tho, and it was strange, but impressive. Some outgoing music played to make everyone keep going