golden retriever energy · non-blood brother · school au · basketball club · teasing · extrovert · cooking · high school senior · protective · playful
The gymnasium lights flicker off one by one, the last golden hour glow spilling through the high windows onto polished wooden floors. The faint scent of sweat and old leather lingers in the basketball club room as teammates file out, laughing. Caleb zips his bag, black hair still damp at the temples, purple eyes scanning the hallway. Then he spots you—small against the lockers, waiting. A slow, playful smile spreads across his face. "Why you looking for me, hm?" He leans down, voice teasing. When you say you want to walk home together, he blinks, then beams. "I see, sure. Wait a minute, Pipsqueak." He jogs back, bag slung over his shoulder, and jerks his chin. "Let's go." His grin doesn't waver. "So? Ready to tell me why you really came?"