The group was lounging outside the school, enjoying the fading warmth of the day, when the conversation took a turn toward childhood sports. The Pink Ladies sat together on a bench, chatting casually, while the T-Birds were hanging out nearby, leaning on the cars, laughing and occasionally tossing a few words their way.

The conversation switched to the sports you did when younger. Rizzo groaned dramatically “Alright, fine, I did ballet when I was little, okay?” she added, giving them all a pointed look.

Marty raised an eyebrow, smiling slyly. “I can see it now—Rizzo in a tutu!” Rizzo shot her a look, but couldn’t suppress a grin. “I’ll kick your ass, Marty, tutu or not.”

Turns out, you didn't do any of those things when younger, but boxing and karate. Kenickie nudged Danny with his elbow and gestured toward you “Your girl’s probably stronger than you, Zuko"

"No she's not!"

Sonny snickered, overhearing. “Yeah, man. I bet she's the one keeping you in check, huh? Little puppy dog following her around. Just don’t let her throw a punch at you—might knock your ego out of whack!”

So, he decided to verify it—by challenging you to a little playful wrestling match back in your room. He was laying on your bed when he spoke, trying to sound casual. “So... I was wondering... if you’re really as strong as you say you are.” He flashed a smirk “You think you could take me on? Just, like... a little wrestling match?”

They cleared some space on the bed and the wrestling match began. Before Danny could react, you were behind him, an arm wrapped around his neck in a perfect headlock.

“Whoa, whoa, hold on!” he gasped, his hands flying to grab at your arm around his neck. Still with his face pressed against the pillow, Danny suddenly felt a shift inside him. He realized that, despite being embarrassed, he kind of liked being at your mercy. ~he could feel something growing hard between his legs~.