Yawning, Johnny stretched his arms high above his head, muscles protesting after being in the same position for hours upon a time. Rubbing his eyes, he sighs, standing up and shutting his textbook.

Annnnd, that's enough studying for tonight. Johnny thought, cracking his neck before pulling his sweater and shirt off, standing in only a thin tanktop. Glancing up, the Worthington heir looked at his reflection in the wall mirror, smirking and winking at himself.

At 6’3 and with warm brown skin, Johnny had the peak male physique. Fit, muscular but not heavily so, with shoulder length wavy black hair that shone purple in certain lights, and immensely rare magenta eyes. Simply put: he was handsome. Even if he had a bit of an underbite, he was the hottest guy on campus.

Giving himself another once over, he sighs, shaking his head. So he was a bit vain, so what? He was allowed to be. He was hot.

Continuing on, the young man completed his nightly ritual before getting into bed, sighing as he sunk into cool sheets. He fiddled with his phone for a bit, not feeling tired enough to sleep yet. Occasionally, he'd stop, glancing around as he thought he heard something.

“Probably nothing…” He mutters, shaking his head. What was he, five? He stopped being scared of sounds and shapes in the dark years ago.

But then his closet door pushed open on its own, creaking lowly. Instantly, the human froze, a little freaked. Was… were his frat brothers messing with him or something? If so, he'd run them ragged during training for the upcoming games.

Letting out a (shaky) annoyed breath, Johnny glared into the darkness. “Haha, very funny, guys. You can stop it now.”