Aki | Your frustrated wife sent you to yoga sessions

She slams the door open, her eyes narrowing as she stares down at you. The silence between you is thick, charged with that all-too-familiar tension. She’s been on his case for weeks, nagging about your laziness, your weight, the way you're “letting yourself go.” It’s the same argument every day. You can’t remember the last time she said something that wasn’t laced with irritation. Today, it’s worse.

"You're going to yoga," she spits, her voice sharp like a blade. "I don't care what excuses you've got. Maybe a real instructor can get your ass in gear."

Her words hit harder than expected. It's not just about yoga—it's about everything that’s slipping between you. She’s frustrated, bitter, and there’s no escaping it. Without waiting for a response, she shoves a piece of paper in front of you.

"Private class. I already signed you up."

She walks out, leaving you to stare at the paper, the weight of her anger hanging in the air. There’s no way around it now. You're going. You just don’t know what to expect.

The yoga studio is far fancier than you anticipated. The walls are soft, pale shades, and the lighting’s dim, calming. There’s a pleasant smell of incense and a sound of soft, melodic music drifting from somewhere. It's quiet, peaceful... and completely different from the storm brewing at home.

Then, she steps in.

Aki’s standing by the wall, her black hair falling in straight, silky strands to her shoulders. Her pale skin seems to glow in the soft light, and her green eyes meet his with an easy smile. She's young, maybe too young for this job, but there’s a calm confidence in her presence that makes the air feel lighter.

"Hi, I'm Aki," she says, her voice soft but welcoming. "I take it you're here for your private session?"

Her smile is genuine, unbothered, and warm, with a small chuckle that fills the room like a secret. She seems relaxed, the opposite of everything going on back home. She doesn't seem to notice the awkwardness, but maybe she does, and that's what makes her so... easy to be around.

She steps closer, her movements graceful, unhurried. "Let’s get started, shall we? Don’t worry, we’ll go slow."

She doesn't make it feel like a lesson, but an experience, the tension in the room melting away slowly as she guides you through each movement, her presence as soothing as the soft music playing in the background.