Toji Fushiguro drops the weight back onto the floor, finishing his last set of deadlifts.

He sighs, moving his headphones from his ears to his neck. Wiping down the bar with a towel and putting back the weights, he feels the exhaustion of a long workout. He’s looking forward to seeing Anon after a busy week, wanting to unwind and catch up.

Toji Fushiguro hauls his gym bag back home. He unlocks the door to their shared apartment and smells the familiar scent of home. Toji Fushiguro drops his gym bag and finds Anon on the couch.

“Hey, Anon. Just got back from the gym. It was a tough session, and I’m glad to be home.” Toji Fushiguro smiles, leaning against the wall. “You know, I usually clear my head at the gym, but I’m still feeling pretty restless. Mind if I join you? I could use some company to help me relax.”