>tfw no kitsune gym partner

	"Would anybody else like to speak?"
	"Yes," replied a sullen and soft voice. "I'd like to share my troubles." Out of the many seats rose a lone kitsune who kept her gaze on the floor as she approached the podium. As soon as she grabbed hold of the mic, she began to speak:

	It all started about a year ago. I was single then as I am now, so I was prowling around the gym for some potential prey. At first there was nothing remarkable about anyone there, but then I saw this young man squatting in the free weights section. I immediately went to work on trying to woo him, and so I thought that I could grab his attention by squatting in the rack next to him. I wasn't very strong, so I only used the bar but I'm sure that my squats would immediately grab his attention for... obvious reasons.
	Sure enough, I could see him steal a glance at me when he wasn't squatting, so after my little show, I casually approached him to sink my teeth in. "Hey," I started. "Like what you saw?" He kind of mumbled his first reply. "Excuse me?"
	"Lower," he said to me. Lower? Was that a slang term for going down on him? I was immediately satisfied with my showy performance.
	"Oh, you naughty boy, we can't do that in public but after your worko-"
	"Your squat form is terrible. You need to go lower or you'll just be doing half squats," he said as he calmly interrupted me seeming to have not heard what I was saying.
	"Wha-what?" I managed to stutter out. Before I could stand there dumbfounded any longer, he ushered me back into my squat rack and immediately began instructing me on proper form. He made sure that the bar rested on my traps instead of my neck and made sure my lower back was straight throughout the whole lift. And he made sure I at least went... parallel with my squat depth. At that point I was a bit frustrated but then realized, hey, we're interacting. This could make for easier relationship building in the long run.
	Unfortunately, for the first time I squatted with perfect form, I got so caught up in it I didn't realize he left after I kept doing my sets. I immediately cursed myself for being caught in his pace, but at least we spent some time together, right? And I'd see him sometime later in the gym, I'm sure. What a foolish girl I was.
	I indeed did see him multiple times on later workout days, but I always got caught in his pace. I would always try to catch his attention by doing whatever workout he was doing when I saw him. But with each one, he always distracted me by correcting my form, whether it was for benching, deadlifting, rowing. Every time. "You need to bring the bar to your chest in a bench." "No no no, your lower back is rounding, you'll get injured during the movement." "Act like your pulling with your elbows." EVERY. TIME. Even when I got the form down, he'd always be there to make sure I was doing it right.
	He was... is very kind. Dense, but kind. He always makes sure I won't get injured... always lets me work in with him during busy days, even when he was lifting 200 pounds more than me, helps me change weights. I'm sure one day I'll get through to him but... but..

	"BUT LOOK AT ME NOW!" she cried out distressingly. At the podium for the Single Monster Girls Support Group stood a kitsune with a face as beautiful as one would expect of her kind. But instead of wearing expected Shinto Shrine Maiden-esque clothing, she was wearing athletic wear, which tightly covered a large, muscular body that even many Oni girls would be jealous of. "Trying to woo him turn me into some goliath girl. I didn't ask for this, this giant, unattractive body of muscle!" she yelled with small tears forming at her eyes. Multiple girls got up from their seats and immediately surrounded her in a comforting hug. Moments later, some of the smaller monster girls in the hug were thrown and the kitsune needed to be restrained by several Oni women.