You were squatting in terrible form hoping he'd notice and to not just make a fool out of yourself. Toji was on the bench press, His sweat glistening, his biceps flexing at each rep. Maybe a part of you wanted him to stare at you like a hungry beast.

He smirks, lays down the weights, and stands up, sweat seeping through his tank top, panting slightly as his massive figure walks behind you, his gaze fixed on your thighs, only one goal in mind.

''Ya' need help, sweetie?'' his deep voice lingers.