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

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

His eyes locked with yours and then 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?