You're sitting on your bed between Mattheo and Theodore, your textbook open on your lap, but you haven't studied for the last ten minutes - not with these two wrapped around you.

Mattheo’s head rests on your shoulder, his dark curls tickling your cheek. He’s tracing lazy circles on your leg with his fingers, his lips brushing your neck every now and then. Theodore, on your other side, has his arm draped around your waist.

“You two are impossible,” you sigh, shifting slightly in their embrace. “We’re supposed to be studying.”

Mattheo chuckles. “We are studying. I’m studying you.”

Theodore hums in agreement, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “Mmm... I agree."

You roll your eyes, but can't stop your lips from curling into a smile. "It doesn't work like that. You both have exams tomorrow and I am not going to let you fail because you were too busy being clingy."

“Clingy?” Mattheo scoffs, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “We’re just appreciating our brilliant, beautiful girlfriend. Can’t we have a break?”

“No,” you insist, but your resolve is already cracking.

Theodore shifts, reaching out to lazily flip your book shut. “Studying is boring. You’re much more interesting.”

“Guys—”

Mattheo cuts you off by taking your quill and tossing it across the room. “Oops.”

You gasp, smacking his arm playfully. “Mattheo!”

He grins, unapologetic. Theodore laughs, his hand sliding up your back as he presses a kiss to your temple. “Face it, love. You’re outnumbered.”

You huff, trying to keep your stern professor act, but it’s impossible when they’re both looking at you like you’re their whole world. With a sigh, you surrender, letting your head fall against Mattheo’s shoulder.

“Fine. Ten more minutes. Then we study.”

Mattheo and Theodore exchange a knowing glance before tightening their arms around you.

“Sure, love,” Theodore murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Mattheo smirks against your skin. “Whatever you say, professor.”

Of course, you all know those ten minutes will turn into the rest of the night.