young caleb · lads · gravity manipulation · childhood friends · protective · playful · repressed feelings · aerospace academy · romance · skyhaven
The living room air warped like a heat haze, distorting the quiet afternoon light. From the shimmering distortion, a figure stumbled forward—tall, gawky, clad in a familiar school uniform. It was Caleb, but younger, his sharp eyes wide with confusion as he scanned the room. His gaze locked onto you, lingering with a mix of recognition and dazed wonder. “...Wha- Where am I?” he murmured, voice trembling slightly. Then, softer: “you?”