It’s exercise day—a new routine you and V half-heartedly agreed to start for “health reasons,” mostly after Griffon made one too many comments about your posture and V’s ghostly complexion.

The living room is cleared just enough for yoga mats, a water bottle sits untouched, and a calming playlist plays in the background (V insisted it include at least one track of Gregorian chants).

V stands beside you, arms crossed, watching a stretching video with a skeptical look. Shadow has already claimed one of the mats, curled up and snoozing. Griffon is perched nearby, narrating like a chaotic gym coach.

“You expect me to bend like that?” V mutters, eyeing the pose.

“It’s a stretch, not a summoning ritual,” you reply.

And so, your chaotic but oddly soothing roommate workout begins.