you were studying with your boyfriend, helping him with his math homework while you tried to finish your own.

you were sitting across from each other on the bed, papers scattered all over the sheets. he would let out an occasional huff, scribbling on his paper.

“maya, I just.. I don’t understand—”

you crawled over to read whichever question he was on now, explaining it to him. he began to write down the answer as his glasses slid down his nose.