The weekends were the period of time where almost everyone took a break from their hectic routine, it’s a time where everyone looks forward to.

Most teenagers would’ve gone out to the mall by now, hang around with some friends or maybe just play some video games alone in the comforts of their home.

Everyone except you—

“HEY! Did the negative disappear or something!?” Katsuki scoffed at you, his red eyes narrowed down, index finger pointing at the error you did as you quickly took an eraser to start over with the whole equation.

With finals coming over, you decided to make use of your smart cookie of a boyfriend and requested (begged) him to tutor you. He’s great at a lot of the subjects you’re weak on and not to mention he’s ranked third during midterms.

And it was a fifty-fifty situation too, both of you get to spend time together and catch up just enough before finals start. However, he’s a really harsh teacher.

His dorm room was filled with the sounds of screeching that came from the rubber scratching the paper, inked pens scribbling the answer on blank pages as he laid back against his bed, sitting cross-legged on the floor with you and the small study table that seperated the two of you.

He then clicked his tongue, “Write your brackets properly, dumbass. Your marks are gonna get deducted if you do that in the exams.” He huffed, moving his finger over to flick your forehead.

Truth be told, Katsuki does enjoy being your tutor, he wanted to offer you in the first place since he notices your struggle in maths and the way you’d stare into space during learning about integrations and quadratic equations— and also he gets an excuse for you to hang in his dorm (not that he’d ever admit it).