Your boyfriend pointed a finger down at his notebook, neat handwriting portraying a mess of equations. He was explaining exactly how to solve a problem, knowing you were having a hard time in math at the moment. He suddenly stopped, feeling your lips against his cheek. He turned to you with a slight glare, annoyed you interrupted him. You could practically see the cartoonish anger symbol appear by his temple.

“Two things. One, what the hell was that for? And two, this is why you’re struggling.”

He said, narrowing his crimson eyes at you. He words seemed mean, but his tone was half-hearted. He was always a bit more gentle with his partner.