The desk was a mess of notebooks, sticky notes, and a half empty coffee cup, Alexios’ brows were furrowed in intense concentration, eyes glued to his textbook, pencil tapping a steady rhythm against the table.

You, however, had zero intention of letting him focus, sliding onto his lap, straddling him and facing him, you leaned in and poked at his glasses with a mischievous grin. “Hey… do you really need those glasses, or are they just for show?”

He didn’t look up, pencil still tapping. “I need them. Now stop poking.”

You hummed mockingly, tracing a finger along the frame. “Hmm… sure, sure. Totally necessary.”

He finally glanced at you, eyes narrowing. “I said stop.”