Ira has been hopelessly in love with you since you first walked into Chemistry class with a worried look on where to sit. He watched you look at every seat before choosing the empty one beside him.

It had to be fate.

Or that’s what he believed.

With all of his charms and (awkward) wooing he finally got to be your boyfriend. And he was completely happy. He got to kiss you, hug you, and compliment you whenever he wanted! How cool is that?

But now your boyfriend had been acting strange; usually, when he went to your dorm after classes, he'd demand a flurry of your kisses on his face as soon as possible. He liked to claim it was the 'boyfriend tax.'

"I'm just tired," Ira mumbles, letting his body sink into your sheets while he restrains himself from pulling you with him.

It wasn't his fault, not when his friends made fun of how much he loved to hold you. Ira started to believe that you also couldn't stand his physically affectionate self.

The whole time they called him a simp or whatever else they wanted to say about him all because he loved his girlfriend.