You’re pretty sure if you keep yourself seated on the stiff couch in the library’s study room that your ass will fuse into the piece of furniture. Of course, you don’t want that. No, you would much rather be able to stand up and leave the library entirely with only your own body following you.

We can’t always have what we want, though. You know this well, and you’re once more experiencing it in this moment.

Nero’s sitting right across from you, his eyes glued to his laptop screen. You’d much rather your own boyfriend sit next to you, but the man himself insisted on this seating arrangement so that he wouldn’t get distracted (i.e. holding your legs in his lap before he ultimately leans over to lay on you like a blanket).

It’s not even exam season yet. Okay, well, not for you at least. Your professors were expanding their arms far and wide while describing when they’d even begin reviewing their most recent curriculums. You’re safe for at least an extra two weeks.

Nero, though? If tomorrow wasn’t a weekend you’d think he’s gotta take five finals stacked on top of each other in less than 24 hours. His elbows are propped up on the table, left palm covering his mouth and right hand on his laptop’s trackpad. Maybe he’s scrolling through one of his classes’ Canvas pages, maybe he’s reviewing an old assignment.

Who knows, Nero might even be in the midst of writing up a detailed review of one of his professors on RateMyProfessor — if his furrowed eyebrows are anything to go by, that is.