Smoochercise

>8:00 AM, Saturday, 20XX.
>The sun peaks through your blinds, and an anime OP blares from your phone as the alarm goes off.
>Your mind races. Your training begins today. Pumped up, you hop from the bed and turn around to view your lover.
>Rolling over, Natsuki pulls her pillow over her head.
>"Uuuuaghhhh Anon, turn that offfff-" She muffles through the fabric.
"No, honey. We have to take this seriously! Get up, it's time to work out." You assert, slipping on your sweatbands as she pulls the pillow off her face.
>Half-awake, she squints at you.
>"You're kidding, right? Is this about yesterday?"
"Of course it is! Sayori and that guy gave a hell of a performance, and we need to do even better! We've only got a couple of weeks!"
>"It isn't a competition, Anon."
"I know, I know. But I still want us to do our best!" You explain.
>She sighs, closes her eyes for a minute, and then shuffles out of bed.
>"Fine. You're lucky you're so cute." She says, passing you on her way to the bathroom.
"Aw, shucks. Thanks, babe. Oh, and your leotard is hanging on the towel rack."
>"My what?"

>You were already pouring the batter into the pan when she entered the room, dressed like she was from a jazzercise video.
>Coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around, she starts with a sleepy slurring.
>"Need any help with breakfast?"
"Nah, I want to treat you for going along with me. You can sit down if you want." You respond, a hand grazing her arms.
>"Mmokay. Smells good."
>As she sits down, you continue cooking the pancakes, turning over occasionally to have pleasant small talk.
>Once the delicious cakes were done, you plated them, smothered them in maple syrup, and cut them before taking the two plates to the table.
>Asking her what she wanted to drink, you turned to the fridge and began getting the drinks sorted.
>As you turned back around, you noticed her spearing multiple of the small pieces onto her fork.
"Hey! Cut that out." You spoke up, a small concern furrowing your brows.
>"What?"
"One piece at a time, missy. This is very important for the training!"
>She looked at her fork, then her plate, then back to you.
>"Anon, that's really dumb."
>You crossed your arms, turned around, and leaned back against the fridge to assert yourself.
"Nat, please trust me. I did my research!"
>With a huff, she took the bites into her mouth and chewed before swallowing.
>"Fine, one at a time from now on."
"Thanks, honey." You smiled sweetly at her and returned to the drinks.

>"Seventy-six! Seventy-seven! Seventy-eight! Seventy-nine! Eighty!" Natsuki announced as you performed rep after rep of your patented special push-up.
>Hitting the milestone, you pulled away from the wall for a moment.
>Your muscles ached, and you leaned against the wall with your back to take a breather.
>"Hey, what gives? You tired of this already?"
"Kinda? I think eighty is a good stopping point for now. It's only our first day after all, and-"
>"Nuh-uh, no way mister. You made me do this with you, we're going to do it to completion! Besides, I already did a hundred. You really not able to keep up with me?" She looked at you with a smug smirk.
"Pfft, as if." You flipped back around and pushed your head into the wall, getting ready to resume.
>"Eighty-one! Eighty-two!" She continued as you pushed away from the wall with newfound gusto.

>At the end of the first session of your rigorous regimen, the two of you stood together in front of your phone, stood up to record a video.
>Facing her, you grinned.
"Ready to see if our training is paying off?"
>Rolling her eyes, she smiled.
>"Yeah."
>Placing your hands out, you took her hands and held them as you leaned forward with your head craned down.
>After being worked throughout the day, your lips were put to their final test as they met your lovers.
>A familiar feeling washed over you. That spark of romanticism, of excitement, of joy.
>That spark of love. But this one was different than usual. This one had purpose behind it.
>The kiss you were preparing for would be the one to cement your commitment to each other, so it had to be perfect.
>And it would be. At least, it felt that way, if what you felt was any indication.
>You wanted to savor this moment forever, but unfortunately that wouldn't be possible what with needing food and all. You pulled away from her and smiled.
>She smiled back.
>"Hey, I know I said that was dumb. And, well, it was. But it's also pretty sweet, that you take it so seriously."
>All you could do was smile.
"Well, you know. Hey, let's see how it turned out!"
>Grabbing for your phone, you stop the recording and playback the video.
>You watch for a few moments, and it looks wonderful. Until...
>"God damn it, I opened my eyes too early! We've gotta try again."