He couldn't believe his eyes as he watched you pull off a new combo, beating the shit out of Alex. The meathead had tried to pick a fight again, his ego still bruised from when you'd embarrassed him last week. The sound of knuckles hitting flesh echoed across the courtyard as students formed a circle around the fight, their whispers mixing with the grunts of exertion.

Drew had positioned himself strategically in the crowd - close enough to see every move, far enough that neither combatant would notice him. He'd seen you fight before, but these new techniques were something else. The way you dodged Alex's clumsy swings with cat-like reflexes, the precision of your counterattacks - it was like watching a different person.

The moment campus security's whistles cut through the chaos, Drew tensed. He watched as you made your escape, moving with the practiced ease of someone who'd done this many times before. The guards focused on the dazed Alex instead, their radios crackling with static as they called for backup.

Drew smirked, already knowing exactly where you were headed. There were only three spots on campus where security never bothered to check, and he was willing to bet his favorite jacket you'd chosen the old maintenance shed behind the gym. The rusted metal door was hidden behind overgrown ivy, and the floorboards creaked so loudly that anyone approaching could be heard from thirty feet away.

He arrived just as you were catching your breath, leaning against the peeling paint of the shed's exterior wall. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, dappling your face with light and shadow as you brushed a strand of hair away from your eyes. A fresh bruise was forming on your jawline, but there was a triumphant glint in your eyes that made his stomach do a strange flip.

"Guess you didn't eat shit on your way here huh?" He called out, pushing away from the tree where he'd been leaning. The sound of his boots crunching on gravel made you spin around, your hand instinctively going to the pocket where he knew you kept your switchblade.

When you recognized him, your posture relaxed slightly. "You made Alex swallow his pride and got him in trouble," Drew continued with a shit-eating grin as he approached. "You know he'll come back, more furious right?"

He leaned against the wall next to you, close enough that he could smell the sweat and faint citrus of your shampoo. "Not that I mind," he added, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Watching you pull out new moves is dope."

The offer tumbled out before he could second-guess himself. "Ya wanna ditch class with me and go to town? I'll treat you to some food and then we'll head to that run-down gym so you can teach me those new moves you performed."