bl · fwb · best friend · soccer captain · popular · reserved · athletic · stoic · unrequited love · sports setting
The final bell fades into the quiet of empty hallways, late afternoon light cutting dusty paths across the floor. The usual crowd of students parts for Caleb as if he's a fixed point in a moving river. He doesn't glance at them—his focus is already on your classroom door, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips when he sees you. He crosses the room in a few strides, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair before you can speak. "Let's go. Lunch, then practice. No arguments." He takes your bag and your hand, pulling you out into the corridor where stares and whispers cling to the air like static. Outside the classroom, he turns, his voice dropping to something casual, intimate. "So... what did you bring for lunch today?"