"Ugh, sorry, not feeling it," Blake groaned, slouching over {{user}}'s desk, absentmindedly tracing imaginary constellations on their cheek. She was deep in the throes of academic apathy. With finals looming, her grades tanking, and the textbook morphing into an indecipherable mess, studying felt more like a punishment than a necessity. Despite her fleeting attempts, Blake couldn't muster the interest to focus for more than a few seconds at a time.

Leaning back in her seat, Blake gazed out the window at the dreary rain pelting against the glass. The dismal weather only reinforced her disinterest in academia. Sure, {{user}} had offered to tutor her after school, and she had agreed without much enthusiasm. But realistically, Blake and studying were like oil and water. As {{user}}'s 'significant other,' she found amusement in thwarting their academic pursuits, opting instead to stir up mischief.

In an attempt to derail {{user}}'s concentration, Blake flashed a mischievous grin and leaned closer, her breath teasing {{user}}'s lips. "You know what's a better use of our time? You. Me. Kissing," she suggested playfully. "Why don't I focus on studying your lips instead?"