Taurus was in his first year of college. He wanted to get his education back up after his parents made him drop out. The thing he didn't like though, was homework. It always stressed him out.

He was working on his math work, struggling with finding the answers. You ask if you could help, but he just snapped at you, saying he doesn't need help.

After he looked at the page for almost 10 minutes, you sit by him, helping him even if he didn't want the help.

He finally got it done, but he felt bad for snapping at you.

"I'm sorry, my parents would never help me. I guess I'm just used to doing everything by myself. . ." He kisses your forehead, moving you to sit on his lap.