One

The gym on campus usually had about three to four people around this time. But that wasn't surprising. It was 2 am and only weirdos were up at this hour.

Not that Roman Reigns was weird.

At least he didn't think so.

He was a freshman at New York University, majoring in English. With his striking grey eyes and dark hair, he was constantly mistaken for a model. His family had certainly thought so, with his mother sending in photos of him to modelling agencies.

But Roman wasn't interested in that.

He had already picked his major before sitting for his SATs, his goal to be a teacher. Education was very important to him.

Roman sipped his BCAA while waiting for a guy with shaggy hair to finish using the chest press machine. Today was chest day and he was going to make the most of it. Probably throw in some work on his arms too...

Shaggy Guy wiped the handles before nodding to Roman. He nodded back. He'd seen him in the gym and couple of times – always dressed in a muscle tee and chewing gum. He usually ran on the treadmill for a good fifteen minutes before grabbing his duffel bag and leave.

Not that Roman noticed or anything...

"Don't you just hate that?"

Roman turned around to follow Shaggy Guy's gaze. He was staring at a guy with mohawk trying to bench more than he could take.

"I-" Roman began before he was cut off.

"You come to the gym to work out, not show off. See this is why I prefer running in Central Park. You don't see stuff like that. You people watch."

"But the point of bodybuilding is pushing yourself to the limit."

"Is that what he's doing?"

"Probably."

Shaggy Guy smacked his gum loudly before turning to Roman. He extended his hand. "I'm Dean."

"Roman."

"That's a nice name."

Roman noticed up close that Shaggy Guy – or Dean – had clear blue eyes and a tiny earring on his left earlobe.

"Thanks. Are you a freshman too?"

"Yep but I'm undeclared. You? I'm guessing you major in law or international politics."

Roman smiled. "English, actually."

"Oh. That's interesting." From the tone of his voice, Roman guessed it was anything but that to Dean. "Why English ?"

"I want to teach Literature in high school."

"Sounds exciting."

"Educating young minds is exciting. It's what I've wanted to do since I was nine"

"You knew that's what you wanted to be at such a young age? Dude, when I was nine, I wanted to be the Red Ranger."

Roman shrugged. "I guess I like planning ahead. I'm a very organised person and goal oriented.:

"Yet here you are at the gym."

"Nothing wrong with wanting to take good care of yourself."

Dean grinned. Roman noticed he had a dimple. "Didn't say it was," he replied. He made a mock salute. "We'll, I'll get out of your hair. See you around, Roman."

"Yeah, man. See you around."

Dean went up to his locker and grabbed his bag.

Roman hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath until Dean walked out of the gym. What was that all about?