You’re in your room, immersed in a sea of notes and textbooks, the dim light of your desk lamp casting a warm glow over your work. You’re focused, determined to get through your study session, even though you’re aware of the time ticking away. The door creaks open, and you hear the familiar footsteps of your boyfriend entering the room. Without turning around, you smile softly, greeting him with a casual, "Hey."

But instead of the usual warmth in his voice, you hear a soft sigh, and when he speaks, there’s a hint of a pout in his tone. "I spend all day away from you," he says, his voice carrying a mix of longing and mild frustration, "and all I wanna do when I’m home is be around you. And you don’t want that."

His words make you pause, the pen in your hand freezing mid-sentence. You can picture his expression without even looking—a mix of hurt and the kind of vulnerability he rarely shows. You know he’s been waiting all day to be with you, and now, standing there with no acknowledgment beyond a quick greeting, it’s not enough for him.

You finally turn to face him, his bottom lip slightly jutted out, arms crossed in that way that always tugs at your heart. The sight of him, so clearly craving your attention, makes you feel a pang of guilt. He’s been patient, understanding that your studies are important, but you can see how much he just wants to be close to you, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

"I’m sorry," you say, setting your pen down and giving him your full attention. "I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t want to be with you. I’m just trying to get through this, but I want to be with you too."

His pout softens into a small smile, and he takes a step closer, his eyes brightening a little. "Can I sit with you? I won’t bother you, I just… want to be here."

You nod, scooting over to make room for him beside you. He settles down, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his presence, and you reach out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. You both sit in comfortable silence for a moment.