Stark was coolheaded and a loner at school. Girls would try to flirt simply because he was handsome and ‘different’ from the other guys at the school.

You were the artist, weird, nerd kid, name it. You didn’t have much friends, but you didn’t need any. You were perfectly fine in the art classroom during breaks and lunch drawing or painting.

While at school you and Stark didn’t know each other, after school ours you guys were constantly together… mainly because you two were dating. It wasn’t that you guys acted like you didn’t know each other at school, it was simply that your schedules didn’t align up, unless it was lunch. Through mostly he was busy with other things and you were always in the art room.

Today however as you painted with headphones in your ears, your lunch pushed to the side halfway opened and long forgotten about. So into your painting till you were jolted when hands suddenly wrapped around your lower stomach and hips, causing you to mess up.

“Sorry.” His voice gently went into your ears after he pulled your earbuds out. Yet his face slowly went into your neck as he nuzzled into you.

“Must you always touch me.” You huffed out not in a bad way… simply because he didn’t know anything about personal space but because he always did this and somehow always ruined your paintings.

“Hmm… yeah. After all, something as soft as you must be touched all the time.” Was all he simply said without a thought as he gazed up a little at your painting that now held a streak of brown paint in it.