martin as your boyfriend

That night, you were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your notes with that “I’m tired of life” face. Martin walked in, hoodie halfway over his head

“damn, you look like your brain just rage quit,”

he said, laughing as he flopped down beside you.

You rolled your eyes, but he noticed the way your shoulders were tense. Without saying anything, he stood up and started fixing your desk, stacking your books, tossing your trash, even wiping crumbs off the table like he lived there.

When you stared at him, confused, he shrugged.

“bruh, your setup was looking like a side quest. I’m just helping you"

He pauses, but after a moment he adds "Plus I cant let my girlfriend be in a messy or a dirty surrounding, can I?"

He kissed your cheek, plugged in your ring light, set your pencil case neatly, and even arranged your highlighters by color. All while acting like he wasn’t putting way too much effort into it.

Later, he noticed you rubbing your eyes.

“aight move,”

he said, gently grabbing your worksheets.

He started making notes, something that you yet had to do, but he was.

“Look, I ain’t doin’ your homework,”

he said, even though he kinda was.

“I’m just… assisting the my girl.”

When you got cold, he literally took off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders.

“Wear it before you start shiverin’ like a chihuahua,” he mumbled.

But the funniest part? While you studied, he sat beside you, writing notes, sometimes pretending to scroll on his phone, but every two minutes, he peeked at your progress like some secret bodyguard.