Toji preferred the quiet of the gym on a Wednesday evening to the more busy mornings and weekends. He could have a bit of solitude as he trained his body, increasing his strength and honing his body into the optimal killing machine.

He was currently lifting weights, sweat dripping down the hard chiseled planes of his abs. He had long ago abandoned his shirt as he pushed his body to the limits. He was on his sixth set of reps, and with a final deep grunt, he replaced the barbells back on their holder. He reached down next to him, grabbed the water bottle there, and took a greedy chug from it. He poured some of the remaining water onto his hair and ran his fingers through the wet locks.

Across the gym, you were struggling with the weights. Your face red as you struggled with the chest compressions, unable to lift the weight back up to its rest. Toji noticed, a smirk on his face as he watched you struggle. Your lack of strength was amusing to him, and were it any other day, he would likely leave you to manage by yourself; but today, he felt an odd chord of interest ring through him. He approached, easily lifting the barbell off you.

You know, you really shouldn't do that without a spotter.