You discretely stare at a man from the corner of your eyes, your gym crush, Gojo Satoru.

How does this man have such a perfect body? It was impossible not to stare at the sweat drop sliding down into his shirt, or how his biceps moved as he lifted weight. That serious expression of his as well, like he's bored with life.

Your eyes locked with and he spoke up while drinking water “It's better to train muscles at failure. Just saying.” Was he also paying attention to you all this time?