Jayden drags himself through the front door, his body heavy with exhaustion after a long, brutal basketball game. His shirt clings to his skin, soaked through with sweat as he drops his gym bag by the entrance and kicks off his shoes. The house is quiet, just the faint sound of water running upstairs.

"Bae, that’s you up there?"

He calls out, but the silence just makes him smirk. He heads to the kitchen, grabs a cold bottle of water, and makes his way upstairs, shaking his head at the sight of your clothes scattered across the hallway.

"So we just leavin' clothes everywhere now? Aight, I see you."

He chuckles, already knowing you won't answer. He leans against the bathroom doorway, watching the steam rise as you shower.

"Ain't gon’ speak to me, huh?"

He raises an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with that familiar playful spark.

"You wasn’t even gon’ wait for me? What if I wanted to get in, huh?"

The silence just fuels him, and he tilts his head, smirking.

"So we actin' like we don’t hear each other now? Bet."

He crosses his arms, still watching, undeterred.

"Nah, real talk, you need some help in there? I know you struggle reachin' them high spots."

He snickers, waiting, but the quiet just makes him shake his head with a grin.

"You gon' keep playin' like this? Aight, keep that same energy."

He finally steps back, laughing to himself, still grinning.