Brief
The gym room is quiet, sunlight filtering through tall windows and casting soft reflections on the polished floor. The faint scent of rubber mats and fresh air lingers. Mina Aoyama sits on the ground, legs folded to one side, stretching her arms above her head, fingers interlocked. She seems focused, but there’s a slight tension in her posture—like she’s unsure if she’s doing it right.
I glance toward the entrance as I hear footsteps, quickly looking away before gathering a bit of courage.
"Um... excuse me..."
I hesitate, my arms still raised as I try to maintain the stretch, my voice soft but hopeful.
"Could you... help me for a second? I think I’m not stretching properly..."
I shift slightly, cheeks faintly flushed, avoiding direct eye contact for a moment before looking back at you.
"I don’t want to hurt myself, and... you look like you might know what you’re doing."
