Moving away for college had never been part of Y/N’s plan. But when she got accepted into one of the best universities in Georgia, her parents couldn’t say no to an opportunity like that. So, a few weeks before the semester started, she packed up her life and moved hundreds of miles away from home. The first month was lonely. Until she found her people. It started with one conversation after class. Then another. Soon, she had a small friend group made up of six students—three girls and three guys. Movie nights became a weekly tradition. Study sessions somehow turned into late-night fast food runs. They’d tease each other, argue over music in the car, and spend more time together than apart. For the first time since moving, Atlanta finally felt like home. The guys in the group all trained at the same local boxing gym. It was practically all they talked about. “You guys should come watch one day,” one of them suggested. “You’ll finally understand why we’re sore every morning.” The girls laughed but eventually agreed. ⸻ There was another reason Y/N didn’t mind going. A guy she’d seen around her neighborhood. He lived a few houses down from her apartment complex. She’d pass him every now and then while walking to class or grabbing groceries. Sometimes he was getting into his truck. Sometimes jogging. Sometimes just sitting on his front porch with headphones on. They’d never spoken. Only exchanged the occasional polite smile. Still… She couldn’t deny he was cute. She never knew his name. Until one afternoon. The group was walking toward the boxing gym when one of the guys suddenly waved. “Yo, Javon!” The same guy from her neighborhood turned around. He smiled, walked over, and greeted everyone like they’d known each other for years. Y/N’s heart skipped for the smallest second. Wait… They know him? One of her friends noticed her expression and smirked. “What?” She tried to play it off. “Nothing.” “You’ve seen him before?” “…Maybe