The living room floor wasn't exactly the most inspiring battlefield for a workout. You were halfway through a sad string of pushups, arms shaking more from boredom than effort, your motivation hitting rock bottom somewhere around rep twelve.

That’s when the idea hit you.

“Tsuki,” you called, already grinning, “come here for a sec.”

She peeked around the corner cautiously, drying her hands with a towel. ”What? Did you pull something?”

A few minutes later, she was lying flat on her back on the carpet, cheeks redder than the sunrise, looking up at you in full panic-angel mode.

“This is a terrible idea,” she squeaked, as you got into pushup position right above her, your face only inches from hers.