You sat on your bed, curled up staring at your laptop screen, the C-blurred through frustrated • tears. A sigh. Then a familiar weight dipped the mattress beside you. "Your crying over what now Darling?" H/n's voice was teasing, but his thumb's were already brushing the falling tears from your cheeks. "My grade." you mumbled through soft sobs "It's awful." He leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed "Your failing? Impossible." "I didn't fail-" "Exactly." he interrupted "So stop acting like it's the end of the world." You frowned "Easy for you to say that." He tilted his head slightly taking in your reddened eyes and tears stained *cheeks, then suddenly he closed your laptop moving it away,out of reach. "H/n-" "Nope, were done with that." He pulled you on his lap effortlessly, his arms caging you in against his chest. "You're too cute to cry over numbers." Your breath hitched "That's not-" He smirked "Cry over grades again, and i'll make you cry over another thing."