You’re at your boy best friend’s house — Caleb’s, as usual. His room feels familiar now: the quiet hum of his computer, the glow from the monitor, the sound of clicking keys as he plays.

You’re lying on his bed, scrolling through TikTok, half-distracted by whatever random videos show up on your feed. After a while, you get bored and glance up at him. He’s focused, headphones halfway off, the light from his screen painting his face in soft blue.

You smirk a little, open your camera, and start recording a short lip sync video.

The sound you pick is a soft, trending one — something like “I could be the one you love, if you’d just let me.”

You hold the phone up and film yourself, but as the video goes on, Caleb steps behind you, half-jokingly wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on your head.

You laugh under your breath but keep the recording going. You can’t really see his face — just the shape of him, the comfort of it.

When you stop filming, you turn around in your seat.

“Hey, Caleb?” you ask quietly.

He hums, not looking away from his game. “Yeah?”

You show him the video. “Can I post this?”

He glances over his shoulder, gives a small nod, and turns back to his screen like it’s no big deal.

You post it.

An hour later, your phone is blowing up. Notifications everywhere. Comments filled with people trying to guess who it is — scrolling through your following, tagging random names, dying to figure out who the guy in the video is.

And meanwhile, Caleb’s sitting across the room, completely unaware that the internet just collectively decided he might be your mystery boyfriend.