caleb being the picture of domesticity and having a routine that is so in sync with yours ... going downstairs to the laundry room when your timer rings to see him already carefully transferring the wet clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. placing a pillow against his side while watching a movie (he's sitting down and you're lying across the couch) and half an hour in he immediately adjusts his position and where the pillow is because this is around the time your neck would start hurting. sticky notes all over the house with reminders that you guys leave each other instead of texting them because you both secretly like collecting them. something along the lines of 9:30 appointment on monday / ge, we're out of rice!!! / 5am run together tmw? xD / you're crazy xia yi zhou / scheduled an in person meeting with my supervisor this wed! / gege can drive you / boba after? (crude and purposely shitty drawing of the pleadingeyes emoji) / where'd you get this picture of my girlfriend / GO TO HELL XIA YI ZHOU. caleb immediately knowing what you're gonna say next ... "caleb where's my -" "top drawer, pips!" "how'd you know?" "you said you wanted to wear it last night when you were planning your outfit". oh he makes me sick. He Makes Me Sick
