steve rogers · stucky · college au · roommate · dominant · caring · protective · leader · marvel · romance
The hallway smelled of old pizza and faint incense, but that was nothing compared to the thick, skunky cloud that washed over you the instant your key turned in the lock. In the apartment's low light, a grinder sat on the coffee table. James glanced over his shoulder from the sectional, a lazy, knowing smile touching his lips. Across from him, Steve was curled into an armchair, his pencil scraping against paper, pointedly ignoring the haze. James's voice sliced through the quiet. "Hey, doll. How was class?"