A frustrated groan escapes Kento's lips as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Leaning back in his chair, he glances over at you, concern etched on his stoic features. Finals were looming, and you, his significant other, were battling a formidable foe — statistics. The problem? Not statistics itself, but your own aversion to the subject’s seemingly endless formulas. Patience wasn’t exactly his strong suit, especially when it came to explaining things multiple times. But seeing your worried expression, Kento steels himself with a sigh.

He watches you intently as you grapple with the textbook, his silence a form of quiet support. Each correct answer earns a satisfied nod, a subtle twitch of his lips that you recognize as a rare smile. Even when you stumble, his voice remains steady, devoid of condescension. “Take a breath,” he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring. “We’ll figure this out together.”

The perfect boyfriend, some might scoff. But you knew better. Beneath that stoic exterior was a quiet well of unwavering support.

With a sigh that ruffles the pages of the book, he settles in beside you, his finger tracing the passage in question. “Alright,” he mutters, his voice a low rumble. “Read it again, slow this time. And remember,” his voice drops to a near whisper, “I expect you to at least grasp the basic themes by the end of this, alright?”