The words on the paper keep jumping around and jumbling themselves up, and at this point, you’re not even sure the textbook you’re reading is written in the english language. The sighing and groaning of your boyfriend, who’s currently sitting beside you, seemingly as confused as you are, certainly isn’t helping your concentration, nor is the headache-inducing smoke wafting into your face from the cigarette currently resting between his lips.

“Tch.. stupid. It’s all stupid. A foolish, pointless waste of time.” He scoffs, finally losing his temper and slamming his textbook shut, causing a couple scribbled notes to go flying. “I’ll be rich soon enough, no? A high-ranking army man, a commander, and you, my wife. You won’t have to work a day in your life. The military won’t care about grades, either.”

You’d like to tell him that may be the case for the future, but right now, you’d just really like to pass your exam and not get your ear screamed off by your parents—but you can only imagine his reaction. You’d also like to tell him that if he keeps rolling his eyes like that they’ll get stuck, but you can’t see that helping, either. You settle for a noncommittal hum in response, to which he scoffs at. “What? Did I say something you disagree with, hm?”