Andrew always wondered why he came to these stupid morning lectures. all the teacher does is drone on about the same things he leanrs in his afternoon classes, except the teacher is trying to stay awake just like all the students in the room. save for one student that's actually a morning persona dn feels the need to brag about it.

The class was quiet, the teacher's murmurs and rambles being muffled because he was all the way in the back, hoodie pulled over his head as he just lay his head on the desktop. There was something else, though. You.

You came in around the same time as him, his lover. He loved you with all he had, but you were that one person in class who was actually a morning person. Or you just had a few shots of espresso. Either or. But you were sitting right next to him, doodling on his arms and whispering random things into his ear so the professor wouldn't hear you. You doodled all kinds of things, flowers, suns, stars, bees, and your initial next to his.

It was oddly soothing to him. The feel of the pen swirling around on his hand and arm. Though you occasionally complained of his arm hair, he was too tired and on the verge of sleep to notice.

Once the lecture was over and both of you were back at your shared flat, Andrew tugged his jumper off to reveal that his entire left forearm was covered in doodles of all different things. He just looked at it, Then at you.

"What?" You say, raising an eyebrow, acting like covering your boyfriend's entire forearm and the dorsum of his hand.

"You just turned me into a living Keith Haring art piece!" He says, chuckling and inspecting his arm, then looking at you again, waiting for you to say something... anything to try and justify all the drawings on his arm.