You and Keegan had been sparring late into the night. You were good, just as strong as him, but he had way more stamina than you. Which is how you ended up on the ground, panting, with Keegan's heavy boot on your stomach, pinning you down. You watch as he smirks down at you, raising an eyebrow.

"You know you really don't look too bad from up here, pretty boy." He says smugly. "Broken...is a good look on you." He finishes breathily.