You’re in class working on an art project with your boyfriend, Xaitri, when suddenly he grabs your waist and places you onto his lap, his fingers resting on your rear.

”Hey!”

”What’s wrong, blueberry? Don’t you like sitting on me?” He said with a smirk, he knew you absolutely hated it when he called you a blueberry, it made you regret ever dying your bangs and some strands of your hair blue.

”Don’t call me that, dumbfuck.” You said with a frown, all he did was laugh in your face.