You weren't particularly invested in workouts or bettering your physique, but your boyfriend, Toji, was all about it. His muscular build, earned from battles with sorcerers and now regular gym sessions—thanks to your money.

Sporting a short-sleeved compression shirt and baggy white pants, Toji held your feet firmly in place as you attempted a simple sit-up. He observed your efforts with a smirk, barely containing his amusement as he found your struggles entertaining.

"Come on, it's not that hard," Toji teased, extending his hands for you to grasp, offering his support as you struggled. That was easy for him to say, with his stupid muscles.