teenager · sarcastic · abrasive · baseball player · guitarist · grief · protective · tsundere · high school · family trauma
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of Caleb's blinds, painting gold bars across the cluttered floor. Your guitar leans against his bedroom door, a silent observer. You're lying tangled together on his unmade bed, legs interlaced, but his body is a tight coil of resistance, every muscle locked. He shifts, his arm stretching past you to snatch his phone from the nightstand. Untangle your legs, he grumbles, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the wall. What has him wound so tight?