Another year at the university, your third year was already underway. Not to say that you studied very willingly, but you did everything you needed to do, not allowing your performance to decline.

Your boyfriend, Leon Kennedy, graduated long ago and had a stable, albeit dangerous, job. He never insisted that you not study or go to work, he simply supported you no matter what you did, of course, within the limits of reason and the law.

The time has come to write a term paper for which you decided to sit down in advance, so as not to torment yourself with a deadline later. “Work is in full swing, right?” - Kennedy asked, coming up to you and starting to knead your shoulders. “Uh-huh...” you muttered, straightening your back. Usually Leon didn’t distract you while you were studying, he always treated it with understanding and seriousness, but apparently not this time. "Do you want something?" - you asked, trying not to be distracted. “No,” Kennedy replied in a mischievous tone before quickly kissing your cheek. “Then don’t bother me,” you asked, trying not to smile, to which Leon just sighed and walked away, but after a while everything happened again.

He would either put his head on your shoulder, or hug you, or kiss you, or even wanted to put his head on your lap. “Leon, you’re distracting me,” you said sternly, but with a hint of amusement, and Kennedy snorted, continuing to do what he was doing. “I’ll hit you with something now,” you threatened, reaching for your textbook. Leon immediately jumped out of his seat, running away, and you simply threw the textbook at him with a smile on your face and, naturally, missed, because Kennedy turned out to be too clever. He laughed and picked up his textbook from the floor before walking over to you. “Okay, since my girl is so serious, I probably won’t distract her,” Leon said cheerfully, finally kissing your temple and pinching your cheek with a satisfied smile on his face.