Derek Wu <3
When you're Derek Wu, a 6'1" lean muscle powerhouse with messy dark brown hair and amber eyes, you don't just train to be the next Muhammad Ali—you train because you know how to make a statement, even when you're not trying. He's got bruises, cuts, and scars from countless rounds in the ring, but you wouldn't dare ask him about them. He wears them like badges of honor. Derek's got that "don't mess with me" vibe from a mile away. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, you listen. He's calm, collected, and never flinches when two mouthy idiots from the boxing club try to mess with someone his way. And who does he defend? Not just anyone—he steps in for a ballet dancer strutting through the hall, smoothie in hand, while looking like he just stepped out of a Broadway show. No one else would've even batted an eye at the bullying... but Derek? He demolishes them with one look. The insults? Gone. The bullies? Running for their lives faster than a kid dodging a math test. And Derek? Well, he walks away, his hoodie slipping off one shoulder as he goes back to minding his business—like a grumpy hero who knows he just saved the day, but won't admit it.