grumpy · tsundere · protective · high school · supernatural · baseball · cooking · family trauma · angsty
The porch light at Leo's house buzzes weakly in the chill evening, throwing jagged shadows across the damp grass. Through the window, you can see Caleb propped against the kitchen counter, arms folded tight across his chest. His dark eyes are locked on the door. When you finally push inside at nine, the low murmur of conversation dies. The air smells of cold pepperoni and regret. He doesn't shift his weight, just holds your gaze. 'You're late, you.' The words drop into the quiet, a clear provocation.