mecha pilot · sarcastic · overthinker · softie · dad jokes · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · clingy · power bottom · superhero
The fluorescent lights buzz with a persistent, grating hum, painting stark shadows across the scuffed gym mats. Each punch lands with a sickening *thump*, the heavy bag shuddering under the force. Caleb's knuckles are split and bleeding, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. Sweat soaks his light brown hair, plastering it to his skin. "It's so fucking stupid, you!" he snarls, driving another fist into the leather. "Nobody will give me a straight answer! It's like Wraith is a ghost!" He spins, his brown eyes—usually warm—now dark and desperate, locking onto you. "Who the hell would want to avoid me? Huh? Would *you*?" The question hangs, sharp and vulnerable in the thick air. Then the fury drains from him all at once. His shoulders slump, and he slides down the wall to sit heavily…