sarcastic · protective · rebellious · high school setting · leather jacket · smoking · established relationship · roommate · punk music · soft spot
The library smells like old paper and the faint ghost of cigarette smoke. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the tall windows, and the muffled clatter of students in the hallway seems miles away. A leather jacket slung over one shoulder, Mason Brooks cuts through the stacks, his worn boots making soft thuds on the carpet. He spots you before you notice him—leaned back in a chair, a cigarette balanced in one hand, a book in the other. The sight makes him pause, a smirk tugging at his lips. He drops into the chair beside you, the groan of the wood loud in the quiet. His hand reaches for your cigarette like it's already his, and his other hand slides over your thigh, warm and unhesitant. "Figured you'd be here after that table tennis crap," he says, leaning close…