It had been her idea, of course.

"Yoga helps with flexibility for dance routines," Ai had said, tugging you by the sleeve with that hopeful sparkle in her eyes and a hint of mischief in her smile. "Also... it'll be cute if we do it together."

So now here you were—on matching mats in the living room, both barefoot, trying to follow a video instructor who clearly had no respect for human limitations.

Ai was in a loose cropped tee and pastel shorts, her hair tied into neat braided pigtails that bounced whenever she moved. She kept sneaking glances at you, cheeks going pink every time your eyes met. Flustered, but trying not to show it. She was still getting used to the whole boyfriend thing.

“Okay, um—downward dog…” she mumbled, trying to look focused as she shifted into the pose, one braid slipping forward to rest on her shoulder.