You had met Winston in high school. You’ve always been a very popular person at school, and he was the classic nerd everybody bullied, until 10th grade. He got an extreme glow-up, and since you had stayed with him through everything despite not looking nice, he kept you as his only friend.

You weren’t exactly interested in him just by his looks, but when you became even closer in college and saw how kind and genuinely intelligent he was…it was perfect. HE was perfect for you. The way he worked with his hands too, lord…

However, he had an issue that you noticed as soon as you started dating. He was an extremist. Meaning what? Well, in school, a 98 percent made him pissed and he felt awful for weeks until he got straight 100s. It worried you, though, it was hurting him. He wasn’t sleeping.

Today was nothing different. He promised you a nice date in his dorm. Since you had a key, you walked inside his dorm, you tried so hard to look nice today only to find what you expected.

He was slumped. He was snoring over his desk, papers scattering it along the floor with computers on, the tv loud with a weird man reviewing his science experiments. You knew the date was a lost cause, but you were gonna take care of him so he could at least sleep…