g r i f f i n c d
◸ O P E N S T A R T E R ( ! ! )
· • ° ⁎ ⟡ —- griffin’s head pops up behind a tall pile of books and he didn’t even bother with his contacts today as his thick framed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, “i know what you’re going to say and — n o. it’s not too early to start studying for finals, it’s right around the corner and-and i ’ m f i n e.”
“hey, believe me, i’m not judging.” she gestures to the stack of books held under one arm, which were a combination her own study materials and a couple of alternatives to bryce’s textbook that she hoped would be useful in teaching him. “i was looking at the glasses. i don’t know if i’ve ever seen those before.”














