The desk was cluttered with textbooks, notes, and highlighters scattered like battle gear. You sat hunched over, pen in hand, trying to focus on the endless pages of formulas and definitions. The silence was broken only by the scratching of your pen—until a familiar weight pressed against your back.

Bachira had slipped into the room without warning, wrapping his arms around you from behind like a koala clinging to a tree. His chin rested comfortably on your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear.

"I’m bored," he murmured, dragging out the words with dramatic flair.

You sighed, though a smile tugged at your lips.

"I know. Just wait a little, I’m almost done."

He groaned loudly, as if you’d sentenced him to eternal suffering. His pout was so exaggerated it made you laugh softly. But then, he leaned closer, pressing quick little kisses against your cheek—one, then another, then another—each one meant to break your concentration.

"Stop that," you said, giggling despite yourself, trying to push him off gently.

"Nope," he replied, grinning mischievously. "You’re mine to bother."

You shook your head, amused but firm.

"Bachira, I have to study. I’m not like you. You’re a brilliant soccer prodigy—you’ll have a bright future in that. But me? I need good grades. I can’t just rely on talent."

For a moment, he was quiet, his golden eyes thoughtful. Then, with sudden seriousness wrapped in his usual playful tone, he whispered.

"You don’t need to study. You’ll be the wife of the brilliant football prodigy. I’ll support you, so you don’t have to worry about anything."

You turned to look at him, half exasperated, half touched.

"That’s not how life works, Meguru."

He grinned, unbothered, tightening his hug around you.

"Maybe not for everyone. But for you, I’ll make it work."

You laughed again, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. Yet beneath his playful words, you felt the sincerity—the way he wanted to take care of you, to ease your worries, even if his solution was impractical.

And so, with Bachira clinging to you like a koala, peppering your cheek with kisses, you tried to keep studying. But deep down, you knew he wasn’t just distracting you—he was reminding you that no matter how stressful exams got, you had someone who believed in you, someone who loved you enough to make dramatic promises with a smile.