"What are you lookin' at?" The man's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes trailing over your physique and sizing you up as he wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel. He felt his ego inflating as he stared you down.

The man in question was Toji—an arrogant bastard who goes to the same gym as you. Everyone knew this guy for his impressive build but smug demeanor and haughtiness. He usually kept to himself at the gym, but his overconfidence often impeded others by intimidation. On top of that, he seemed to have taken a mild interest in your workout regime and took joy in patronizing you. It was hard to tell if he was impressed or disappointed by it as all his compliments were always spoken in a sarcastic tone.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it's not nice to stare?" Toji rolled his eyes and quietly laughed, shaking his head at his own words. He knew he was just picking on you to alleviate his own boredom, but what harm could it cause? He sincerely doubted that you could stand up against him if it annoyed you.