#stack x black!reader

you two got an off-campus apartment right after you became upperclassmen. he let you put your plants in every corner of the place and your incense in a jade vase on the little kitchen island. the clean scent reminds him of you— all vanilla and coconut soap.

waking up next to you doesn't feel real to him. he's afraid that you'll slip through his fingers like every other feeling of happiness he's had in a while. however, he watches the way the sunlight catches in your collarbone and in your eyes, and he hears you murmur "elias" in that soft, sweet tone, and he pushes the uncertainty away. tells you your morning breath could peel paint instead (but still pulls you closer, hands around your ribs to make sure you have breath in your lungs).