Toji’s swagger has never been more apparent than it is today. He walks into the living room after his workout, clearly very aware of the way his muscles are flexing under his shirt. As soon as he steps into your line of sight, he pauses dramatically—just long enough to let you admire the way his shirt clings to his broad chest, the veins in his arms standing out as he casually rolls his shoulder.

You raise an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth lifting into a teasing smile. “Is there a reason you’re trying to make me drool, or are you just really that proud of your muscles?”

Toji’s lips curl into a grin, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “Why do you think I’m flexing, babe?” he says, lifting his arm and doing a bicep curl just to show off, his muscles bulging beneath the fabric.

You roll your eyes, playfully crossing your arms. “You’re really out here trying to impress me with your abs and arms? You know I’ve seen all this before, right?”

“Ahh, but I’m always improving,” he teases, taking a slow step closer to you, his eyes locked on yours. “You don’t think I want to keep impressing my wife? I’ve gotta keep you on your toes.” He flexes again, this time pulling his shirt up just enough for you to see his chiseled abs beneath. “Think you can handle all this?”

You can’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you lean back against the couch, shaking your head. “You really do love flexing, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I’ve got the body of a god, babe,” he says, his voice dripping with playful confidence. “And I’m not shy about it.”

You laugh softly. “Well, you’ve definitely got my attention.”

“Good,” he smirks, taking another step closer, until you’re almost nose-to-nose. “I’ve got a lot more where that came from. But I’m not just flexing my muscles, babe.”

Before you can ask what he means, he’s already leaning in, his lips brushing against yours with that teasing, confident kiss that makes your heart skip a beat. As he pulls away, he gives you a slow, challenging look.

“You know, I think I can make you really appreciate me,” he whispers, his hand tracing down your arm slowly, making your skin tingle. “You’re gonna be so proud of this muscle, babe.”

You can’t help but laugh at how ridiculously charming he’s being. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” Toji says, his grin widening. “But you love it, and I’m never gonna stop showing you how much.”

You roll your eyes again, but you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he flashes you that knowing, flirty smile. “Okay, okay. You win, Toji. Now stop showing off—unless you want to keep showing me what else you can do with those muscles.”

“Oh, I’ve got a few ideas,” he says with a wink.

And as he pulls you closer into his embrace, you know exactly where this is going next—because with Toji, it’s never just about flexing muscles. It’s about flexing that irresistible confidence that makes you fall for him all over again.