visiting caleb at the academy was rather fun, especially when he insisted on having you rent a rather fancy hotel room near the campus, one with a kitchenette.

yes, it was a wonderful excuse for him to come over and show you the new recipes he’d learned (as though he hadn’t perfected them just for you), one he took rather often.

“i’m not sure why you’re so fussy about me cooking for you,” he mused as he entered the door, holding a few bags of supplies.

he had just gotten out of training, and it was obvious, between his mused hair from the flight helmet, the uniform he wore, or the tired but satisfied look in his eyes.

that was why you hadn’t wanted him to cook. he spent all day flying and training and then insisted on coming over to your hotel room to cook for you.

“honestly, {{user}}, i’m fine.”

he turned and flashed a smile as he started prepping the ingredients, pretending his heart didn’t jump at the sight of you.