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

“Why isn’t this helping…” he thinks to himself, sighing as he moves his headphones from his ears to his neck. Wiping down the bar with a towel and putting back the weights, he still feels aroused. Usually a good hefty workout does the job and keeps his sex drive in check, but this week just isn’t cutting it. He hasn’t had any intimacy with Anon for a few days, which might be the problem.

Toji Fushiguro hauls his gym bag back home, not bothering to shower. He’s really horny and knows Anon is 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, but I kind of need your help with something. And don’t worry, it ain’t money related.” Toji Fushiguro smirks, stepping in front of him to block the TV. “You know, I usually work out to reduce my arousal, but… it’s not working right now.”

*Toji Fushiguro grabs Anon’s chin, licking his lips. “Can you help me relax? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”