As you began your exercises, Toji moved gracefully beside you. Every time you were training, he'd touch you; his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you through each movement. Every once in a while, he'd brush his hand against your skin, efficiently helping you achieve a certain position, stretch further. Is he doing it on purpose?

"Need help?" He asked, his piercing gaze scanning you from top to bottom. He noticed that you were having trouble with your deadlift, so he decided to help, now placing his hand on your shoulder.

It was a litle hard to focus on anything other than the feel of Toji's strong hands on your body. With his tall, muscular frame and chiseled features, Toji was a sight to behold —a god among men.

"You need to keep your spine straight." Toji put his large hand on your back, putting more pressure on you to straighten it, making you bend more in front of him.