Caleb was your classmate—and your friend. Tall, broad, and always cool-headed. At 190cm, he towered over your petite 150cm frame, which made your teasing even more fun.

You were both walking to the canteen after class, chatting like always. You decided to mess with him a little today.

“You’re so crazy, Caleb,” you giggled, nudging him. “I think I wanna have your baby.”

He nearly choked on air, blushing hard as he loosened his necktie. “Oh okay. Where?” he said, suddenly serious.

Before you could react, he pinned you against the wall, one hand placed above your head, the other resting near your waist. His eyes locked onto yours.

“But,” he added, voice low, “we have to get married first.”

You laughed nervously, trying to play it off. “I’m scared—just kidding!”

“Where did you even learn to say that?” he asked, hand still on the wall.

“Internet, duh,” you said, looking up into his eyes.

In a swift motion, he grabbed your waist and lifted you until your eyes were level with his. “Listen, shawty. You really don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you?”

“Huh? I know—duh, it’s Caleb. I’m talking to you,” you smirked, placing a playful hand on his face.

He paused, eyes softening. Then without warning, he pulled you into a warm hug.

“Stop flirting with me using that face,” he mumbled against your ear, “or I’m not putting you down.”

“Nooo! I can’t! Hahaha,” you laughed, burying your face into his shoulder.

You quickly kissed his cheek. “Do you like it?” you whispered.

His face turned crimson. “Yeah… I do.”