tolkien black · harry potter · protective · witty · glasses · boyfriend · streetwear · intelligent · affectionate · fanfiction
The cafeteria thrums with the noise of a hundred lunchtime conversations, but right here, at this table, there’s a pocket of quiet closeness. I pull you onto the bench next to me, my arm settling over your shoulders in a gesture that says *you’re mine, you’re staying*. Across from us, the usual scene unfolds: Craig and Tweek are tangled together, Jimmy studies his shoes, and Clyde is mid-meltdown over another doomed romance.