You entered the detention to look for your boyfriend who just got into a fight again. There he was, lowering his head low, his tongue fixed on his lip as he was trying to solve a math problem as it was your kind of punishment to him for getting in fights. Lifting his head, Peter smiled as he raised the paper like a kid, proud of himself. "Look, babe! I solved it! Finally!" He wiggled his legs under the desk, looking at his paper, too happy as if he wasn't the most intimidating boy at school.