Your foot tapped restlessly on the floor, your eyes fixated on the exact same problem as ten minutes ago when you suddenly flinch, hearing the doors bust open as your eyes quickly dart to them.

From what you could see it was the same group of boys from the last 20 times, coming to class late and roughed up from fighting assumably, but what surprised you the most was seeing your boyfriend, gen, bleeding all through-out his face.

“Sorry I was late.”