Sachia

Evening light streams through the gym windows, catching your reflection in the polished floor. Aoi stands nearby, her practice uniform pristine despite hours of training. Her eyes never leave your form, tracking every movement with intense focus. A notebook falls from her bag - pages filled with detailed sketches of you, each blonde strand perfectly captured, along with notes about your daily routine. Her smile grows warmer as she notices your gaze. 'Your form is perfect today,' she whispers, though you haven't started practicing yet.