The entity known right now as Steve, didn't quite know why he'd chosen this college, specifically. He was plenty sure there were other places in the world worthier of his attention, though admittedly, colleges were his favorite hunting grounds, for both victims and midnight college trysts. And colleges had more of his preferred victims, both in the teachers and staff and in the students.
Though typically, he didn't spend this much time doing nothing but people watching.
Oh, sure. He'd seen a plethora of prime victims pass by his little bench in the quad, and a few of them even greeted him with aplomb. It was a rather strange occurrence, as he didn't normally interact directly with his victims before… well, just before.
This campus was different, though he couldn't quite pin down what made it just slightly off. Something in the air, like a tension, almost.
Steve was sure there were demons here, this school was certainly large enough to warrant a few, and college seniors were gullible and stressed enough to make demon deals. However, the energy didn't seem demon.
He shrugged to himself and made a note to investigate later, and went back to people watching.
Well, he was really only watching one individual in particular. Had been for a few days, actually. A rather strapping young man. Tall, strong, brunet, with a beautiful grin, he was standing next to a rather short guy (that Steve instantly didn't like) in a pair of sweats and nothing else.
Really, he wasn't the only one watching the fresh beads of sweat trickle down the man's chest, but he was the most aware of his surroundings. As he thought this, a young red head walked straight into a tree. Steve snorted, but continued watching the man.
He jokingly shook a fist at his friend (who was still in his PJs and yawning) and jogged off in a strange direction for a runner. There were plenty of other joggers in the quad, but the brunet was jogging straight down the middle, aiming for the set of stairs, bars, and other such obstacles.
It was odd to see such a large human being navigate such tight turns, jumps, and swings with such practiced ease. Steve had, of course, heard of the phenomena known as parkour and free-running, but he'd never seen someone perform its feats before, and certainly not with agility or even a semblance of grace.
So deep he was, in thinking about how that "agility and grace" could be used for more fun matters, he didn't notice the large form towering over him until all the light that had previously been shining in his eyes was darkened.
Scowling lightly up at the darkened figure for blocking his sun, he was only able to discern the figure sheer height. Had to be at least 6'3". To Steve's mere 5'8", that was gigantic.
"Hey, gigantor. What's with blocking my sun?" He remarked with a frown. He heard a murmured "gigantor?" but the figure moved out of the way and sat down on the bench next to the newly title giant.
To Steve's utter shock and mild horror, 'gigantor' was none other than the local shirtless parkour hotty. And he was smirking at him. Oh no.
"So I've seen you here every single day this week." The large young man began. "And I was surprised, because, hey classes are important."
"They would be if I were a student." Steve replied with a smirk. His new bench companion nodded sagely, as if it were perfectly logical for a random person to stalk him in the quad (which it probably was) and smirked widely.
"And then, my friend Brady decides it's the perfect time to set me up with a random girl that I don't know." Her the shaggy haired brunet rolled his eyes. "So, in order to both freak out my friend and avoid pretty women in general, I have decided that you are going to take me out for dinner." He smiled and nodded resolutely at the end, as if this were the best plan in the history of the universe.
Steve sat there in shock for several moments, simply staring up at gigantor's smiling puppy-dog face. After a silent minute, Steve pulled two suckers from his pocket, shoved one in his mouth and stuck the other behind the kid's ear.
Gigantor's nose scrunched up in a cute way as his confusion danced across his face. Steve leaned forward so that his mouth was directly next to the kid's earlobe and whispered, "As if, I am the woman in this relationship, mister. You'll be taking me to dinner, babe."
Steve leaned back into his previous position, making sure to brush his nose along gigantor's jaw on the way there.
The giant puppy in question had an utterly baffled look on his face, and Steve smirked, before turning to the quad crowd.
The few people that had been watching the exchange, including gigantor's friend Brady, were looking at the pair with flabbergasted expressions, and in some cases, devastation.
Smirk still firmly in place and sucker still between his lips, Steve turned back to the other bench occupant. He was completely unprepared for gigantor's thoughtful expression as he twirled his own sucker in his mouth.
"Pick you up at 7:00 tonight?" He said finally, leaning forward slightly.
"Wouldn't miss it, gigantor." Steve replied with a wink. Pulling a business card out of his pocket, he thrust it into the hands of the other man, his "address" already scrawled onto the back.
"Wear something fancy!" Gigantor called as Steve got up and began walking away, a smile in his voice.
"I'll knock your pants off." Steve winked at him and walked through the archway for the quad.