Tadhg Lynch was the kind of guy everyone at Tommen knew. The cool one, confident, sharp, with that half-smirk that could make even the teachers sigh. He had a reputation for being tough, for throwing punches when someone deserved it, for standing his ground no matter what. But beneath all that swagger, he had a side almost no one got to see, the one reserved just for you.

You were his soft spot. His calm in the chaos. The moment he saw you on the first day of senior year, he knew he was done for. And when you actually started dating him? He couldn’t believe his luck. Every morning since, it had become routine: meeting you at your locker before class, leaning down for that quick good-morning kiss… though he never stopped at just one.

This morning was no different. He brushed his fingers along your jaw and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling back just enough to smirk.

“Is that a new lip balm?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

“Uh… yeah,” you said, smiling shyly. “Peach flavored.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, tilting his head, that grin of his widening. “My new favorite.”

And then he was kissing you again, savoring the slight taste of peach.