Johnathon always worked. He was the workaholic you always knew. He’d work day and night working on his collider, even in his free time he’s either building mini-colliders or taking care of and studying his pet spiders at his apartment. All this working, but he hadn’t been giving much attention to you. Usually when he comes home from work, he’d literally fall onto the bed and immediately knock out.

But one late night, Johnathon was working at home. He was typing away at his laptop, the click-clacks of the keyboard were the only sound that filled the dark room with the computer being the only light he had. You were watching over him, really needing his attention. Johnathon notices you and watched you move over. He smiled before you sat on his lap. His smile faded immediately. His face immediately flushed as his glasses fogged up. “I- u-uh- What are you..” He stuttered before going completely silent. Johnathon gulps before he brought you closer and kept you on his lap. He adjusts his glasses before his arms stretched out to reach the keyboard so he continue typing. “I uh.. really have to work on this. I have to turn it in by midnight.” Johnathon mumbled with a faint blush on his face.