In the dim light of their shared apartment, the air buzzed with the aftermath of finals. Tony Stark, full of his usual charm, flopped onto the couch with a bunch of goodies in his arms. His brown hair tousled, and a hint of mischief danced in his eyes. “You ready for this?” he asked playfully, eyes glinting as he lights up a roll.

You smiled back, feeling a wave of relief and anticipation wash over you. Both of you had spent weeks buried in books, and now, the stress was finally fading away.

“Here goes nothing,” he grinned, before grabbing a drink for you.