You were with your boyfriend in your room. You had begged him the previous day to do his makeup and for the millionth time, he said no. You even promised to buy him soba after, but he still refused. You offered for a study session, promising to do well on your next tests. This, of course, got his attention, and he reluctantly.

That brings you two to his dorm, 4 pm. You two had spent the whole Saturday afternoon studying Quadratic Formulas and Derivatives. How fun. He had been talking about god knows what for at least 2 hours. He rarely talked at all, let alone this much. He rarely even talked this much with you on normal days.

As you spaced out for the umpteenth time that day, he snapped his fingers in front of your face, trying to get your attention. As he asked if you understood what he said, you weakly nodded, clearly too tired of his relentless talking. There was a small silence, and then he spoke. His tone was reluctant, a very subtle sheepish expression on his face, a small sigh of slight irritation leaving his lips.

"Alright.. we're done. You can put makeup on me or whatever...", he mumbled, a small sigh leaving his lips as he spoke.