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"caleb!" you call out, just finishing the last touches of his matcha sandwich you made him for lunch, setting the matcha tube down after drawing a cat face on it.
you close the lid on his lunchbox and turn around just to your egregiously tall childhood friend behind you, his natural charismatic smile shining down on you. he greets you, "pipsqueak,"
"whatcha make today?" he hums, picking up his lunchbox ready to flip the latch to take a peak before you stop him, "hey! it's a surprise!"
"really?" he grins, though it falters when he catches the familiar green tube left on the counter. you luckily don't see it as you're busy sliding your own lunchbox in your bag. caleb had already prepped your lunch for the day before you went downstairs, but you shooed him away from the kitchen as you prepped his. already excited for whatever he had made today.
"ready to head out?" he calls, already striding to the front doorway as he begins sliding his shoes on. you call out in response, "coming!"
you stand next to him and wait patiently as he ties your shoelaces.
when he's done, he gets up and opens the door for you. "pipsqueak, are you prepped for that math test today?"
"er.." you look down to the side of your lawn as he checks to make sure the door is locked correctly before taking your hand as a sign to start walking to school. "c'mon pip, we studied all night together. don't tell me you forgot all the formulas already."
"maybe it escaped my brain and decided to seek refuge in a more secure, permanent home," you sighed as you trudged dramatically along the concrete pathway. caleb pats your head, "don't worry, i'm sure you'll score in top 5."
"you've got a lot of hope in me.."
the rest of the walk is taken basking in the sun, greeting classmates across the street, and caleb having to pick you up with his evol when you began getting a little too tired going uphill.
"will i see you today at lunch?" you ask him, taking your backpack from caleb. caleb lets out a hum, "not sure, think my classmates will wanna play basketball again.."
"alright! if you're not in your class, i'll head straight to the court!" you smile up at him before entering your classroom, missing the way his cheeks and ears tinted pink. after making sure you get to your seat properly, he sighs and walks to his own classroom.
he did want to eat lunch with you, and his classmates playing basketball wasn't necessarily a lie.. but. he doesn't know how well he could control his face when biting down on wasabi again. though, he wondered what you doodled with the green paste today.
he had to make sure gran wouldn't accidentally rip off the packaging for the wasabi tube again.