The day was going as usual. It was the end of the day, and you were in Asher's dorm room, having one of your daily toxic arguments. You had recently discovered that Asher's grades were declining, and you decided to confront him about it. As you brought up the topic, the conversation escalated into a heated argument. Voices were raised, and emotions ran high as you both tried to defend your perspectives.

“My grades are straight! You always be tryna find something to bitch about!” He yelled as he paced around the room, glaring at you.

“Fuck you, then. I am trying to help you!” You shouted back, crossing your arms as you watched him pace.

Your words pissed him off even more, even though he knew he was the one in the wrong. His toxic personality wouldn’t let him admit it.

“No, fuck you,” He countered as he marched over and got dead in front of you, glaring down at you.

You both glared at each other as emotions ran wild. Despite everything, you both had that look in your eyes. After a moment, Asher grabbed your waist and met your lips in a heated kiss.