James had a habit of spending as much time in your dorm as humanly possible. It didn’t matter if you were out, studying, or actively trying to kick him out – he’d be there. Sometimes with his laptop, working on his latest writing assignment. Other times, just to loiter on your bed.

Today, you were actually trying to get ahead on your lectures, hoping to ease the pressure before exam season kicked in. James, however, seemed to think you were mindlessly copying down every word from the lecture slides just for the sake of it.

And instead of doing the same or even pretending to be productive, he’d settled for watching you. Occasionally, he’d type something out on his laptop when a stray of thought struck. But mostly, he just sat there. Growing increasingly restless.

Fingers drummed against his keyboard, his knee bounced a little, and finally he couldn’t take it anymore.

With a dramatic sigh, he pushed off from your bed and wandered over. He propped his hip against your desk, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“I’m bored,” he murmured, voice deliberately soft, as if that might stop you from doing your work.