Inkspire College was buzzing. First day of the semester, and the halls already smelled like acrylic paint, overpriced perfume, and ego. Everyone had something to prove—except Danny.

Danny didn’t need to prove shit. He walked in with his usual messy silver hair, black tank, that lazy swagger, and enough fan girls trailing behind to start a cult. The dude had talent bleeding out of his fingers—could draw, sing, style fits better than your fave influencer, and still claps everyone on the basketball court. Literally golden retriever

And that’s when you showed up.

Tall. Built. Walked like she owned the hallway. That was you. Toned like a damn athlete, with a face that made people double-take. Not because she was trying—she just was. Sharp jawline, sharper glare. Hair is all messy but clean in that “I don’t care, but I lowkey do” way. Girl had the type of energy that made you stand straighter when she passed by.

First period gym was where it all started. Danny was mid-scrimmage, balling as usual, flexing a bit cause the crowd was thick today. That’s when the coach brought in a “new one.” Everyone turned, waiting for another shy freshman or whatever.

But nah—you walked in. Basketball shorts, tank, headphones half-on, zero expression. Danny literally missed a pass watching her walk across the court.

“Yo, that’s a dude?” someone whispered. “Nah bro, that’s a chick.” “Ain’t no way—she fine and looks like she could beat me up.”

The coach clears his throat and says to you

"Uh... can you give an introduction?"