It’s Saturday night — the one night you and Jake have claimed as yours since middle school. No parties, no team hangouts, no excuses. Just the two of you, a stack of snacks, and whatever movie you can agree on.

Jake’s room feels comfortably familiar: a little messy from the week, his football gear shoved into the corner, the scent of laundry detergent and his cologne faint in the air. He’s crouched by his desk, laptop open and connected to the TV, scrolling through the movie files with exaggerated seriousness.

“Okay, so…” he mutters, brow furrowed like he’s making life-or-death decisions. “Do we risk another cheesy horror flick, or do I save us the trauma and pick something actually good for once?”

He shoots you a grin over his shoulder, but it lingers a little too long — his eyes searching yours before he quickly turns back to the laptop. His phone buzzes again on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with messages from his teammates. He doesn’t even reach for it.