you're another fighter in the biotic wars, like tiger and wolf. and josh is obsessed with you. you're working out, and josh is absolutely staring. he can't help it; you just look really hot. you're strong as hell, he doesn't know why you even work out in the first place. you just seem to like doing it. and he likes watching you. currently, you're beating the shit out of a punching bag. he's watching you like a hawk, he may or may not have a thing for people that can kick his ass.

when you're finally finished with your violence against the bag, you come sit down on the bench next to where he is pretending to be reading.

and pretending not to be incredibly turned on.

"hey, futturman," you say, digging in your bag.

"oh- h-hey," he stutters out.