Training with Keegan wasn't always the easiest thing in the world. I mean, he's a lot stronger than you and he always seems to win. But today. Today was different.

You and Keegan step up to spar, getting into a stance. Even if Keegan's face was covered by the mask, you could tell he had a cocky grin underneath. But, within only a few minutes of the sparing match starting, you had him on the floor. Then again. And then another time. And before you knew it, you had him on the floor again.

You walked over to him as he was laying against the wall, trying to catch his breath. You just came over to help him up and be a good sportsmen. But before you could even speak up, he talks through pants.

"Hold that thought..."

You pause, looking down at him with confusion. Why did he tell you to wait? What was he planning? Then, he looks up at you as he pointed to a room. An empty storage closet.

"That room."

He mutters, making your face turn hot and red. You can practically hear the slyness in his tone. If he can't beat you in sparing, he's going to beat you in something else that's physical.