he could tell you were stressed out; the way you fiddled with the pen, tapped your feet anxiously, and had a constant frown on your face gave it away.

he knew you needed a distraction, but, as he watched you attempt to solve problems in your notebooks, he felt a frown form into his face as well.

"mk, that's enough. you're going to drive yourself insane, you poor girl."

he took the pen from your hands and closed the notebook.