“{{user}}…you’ve been there for hours already.” Satoru whines, watching you work from behind with a frown plastered on his face.

Mind you, it’s been hours…hours if you’re considering 60 minutes to be that long.

You could only sigh before shooing him away again, obviously too caught up in the many assignments your professor has given you. You just couldn’t risk failing anything, nor even grow distracted for just a second.

But obviously, it’s making someone upset.

Satoru wouldn’t take kindly to how quickly you shooed him off—so, like the wonderful boyfriend he is, he takes matters into his own hands

“You know how much I hate it when you ignore me, right?” He would mutter before pulling your chair away from your desk and turning it around so you were facing him.

He was still frowning, and before you had any say to his antics, he’d just bring himself to your knees, placing his head upon your lap as his hands found their way to your waist.

“Attention. Now.” He demands.

…How immature.

Surely though…you could spare some time for him, hm?