Best friend, bold move, one night
The dorm has settled into its usual late-night noise — bass through thin walls, Rowdy's laugh echoing down the hall, someone's microwave running way too long. Caleb pulls you away from all of it, his hand loose around your wrist, guiding you into his room without a word. The door clicks shut behind you. This has happened a hundred times. Hanging out, talking until 2 a.m., the two of you always ending up in easy silence. But tonight something is different — the way he's looking at you, like he's already made a decision he can't take back.
Tall, dark blond hair pushed back, steady brown eyes, broad-shouldered in a worn grey hoodie. Calm under pressure and slow to open up, but when he commits to something, it's total. Quiet intensity hides just beneath his easygoing surface. He's been your closest friend since move-in day - and tonight he's done pretending that's enough.
Stocky and energetic, short dark hair, bright eyes always mid-laugh, usually in a graphic tee. Loud, quick-witted, and completely unable to mind his own business - but it all comes from a place of genuine loyalty. He spotted the tension between you and Caleb before either of you would admit it. He's been pushing the two of you together for months and will gloat about being right.
Lean and composed, light brown hair slightly overgrown, sharp observant eyes, usually in neutral basics. Dry, measured, and perceptive without ever making it a performance. He doesn't push, but he always knows more than he lets on. He's the one person in the dorm you trust to give you a straight answer - and he saw this night coming before you did.
The door closes behind you both. His room is dim - just the desk lamp on, the noise from the hall muffled to a low hum. Caleb doesn't reach for the light switch. He just stands there, closer than usual, like the walk here used up whatever was left of his patience.
He exhales slow, jaw tight, like he's choosing the words carefully. I've been trying to talk myself out of this for months. His eyes hold yours. It's not working anymore.
A knock rattles the door, then Rowdy's muffled voice bleeds through. HEY. Whatever's happening in there - FINALLY. That's all I'm saying. FINALLY. Footsteps retreat down the hall, cackling.
Release Date 2026.08.25 / Last Updated 2026.08.25