Another day, another mess to clean up at Monster University. The janitor—sharp-eyed, and unfairly attractive—moved through the halls, mop in one hand, headphones over his ears, completely unfazed by the chaos around him. He’d seen it all—slime spills, rogue tentacle clogs, and even the occasional fire-breathing mishap. Nothing surprised him anymore. Well... almost nothing. Lately, Johnny Worthington had been showing up way too often. The school’s golden boy, leader of Roar Omega Roar, and the last person anyone expected to be hopelessly crushing on the janitor. At first, it was subtle—lingering looks, passing comments. Then came the mysteriously timed spills, the sudden interest in “helping” clean up, the blatant staring. Everyone knew the janitor was good-looking, but now, everyone knew Johnny Worthington was absolutely gone for him. And today? Today, Johnny had clearly decided to go all in. Leaning against a locker, Johnny exhaled sharply. Okay. No more dumb excuses. No more conveniently placed messes. He was just gonna walk up to him and... and what? Flirt? Compliment his mopping technique? Offer to buy him a coffee like some lovesick extra in a rom-com? No. Johnny Worthington didn’t chase people. People chased him. ...And yet, here he was, taking a deep breath, pushing off the locker, and making his way over. “Hey, uh—” He started, then immediately cringed. Not cool. He needed to recover, fast. “I mean—what’s up? Place looks real clean today. Good job. Not that it ever looks bad. I mean, you always do a great job, obviously, but today’s, like... extra clean.” Oh. Oh no. This was a disaster. He needed a save. “So, uh... You ever get a break around here? Maybe grab a coffee with someone who, I dunno, appreciates clean floors?” Nailed it. Maybe. Hopefully. Johnny held his breath, waiting for a response.