“Stop sweating all over my couch,” you complained for the fifth time. Your whining wasn’t taken seriously by Toji, who’d strutted in post-workout with a towel draped around his shoulders, sweating through his tank top and shorts. The view was perfect, so you were only half-serious, anyway.

"I'm tired, though," he grunted back, only egging you on because he didn't have anything better to do. "Just got back from pumping iron and you're bitching at me."