Your relationship with food had never been simple. Stress made you eat, and over the years, the weight piled on—more than 40 pounds in a decade. The stretch marks, the cellulite, the way clothes fit differently… It all chipped away at your confidence.

You hated what you saw in the mirror. But you didn’t want to hate yourself forever.

Seeking therapy was the first step. You wanted to be healthier, to feel better in your own skin. The journey was slow—changing habits, eating better—but you were determined. And now, after weeks of debating, you finally pushed past your social anxiety and stepped into the gym.

You had done your research, watched countless YouTube videos, and felt prepared. But all that confidence drained the moment your eyes landed on him.

Toji Fushiguro.

Towering, muscular, intimidatingly well-built—he made every other guy in the gym look scrawny. He moved with effortless strength, veins lining his forearms as he curled heavy dumbbells. His presence alone demanded attention.

And unfortunately, he noticed you staring.

Your heart plummeted as his sharp green eyes met yours. Embarrassment flooded your chest, and you instantly looked away. He must be disgusted, you thought, shame creeping in like a familiar poison.

The excitement you’d felt earlier faded. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you weren’t ready for this. You swallowed hard, suddenly fighting the urge to turn around and walk right back out the door.