rojuro otoribashi, or as others may call him, rose, was personal your yoga and pilates instructor. he’s always so sweet and kind to you that you couldn’t help but have a small crush on him, but the question is . . . did he like guys?

“that’s it, just like that.” he spoke softly while his hands rested on your thighs. you and him were currently doing warm up and it was kicking your ass already. but it was okay, since he was here for you and wasn’t going to push your limits.