⟡「Ordered」⟡
The university was surprisingly too quiet today, even though class had already started, there was sometimes someone running around outside the classroom, but not now. Non Texture was handing out their tests to everyone, which had already been checked. Upon receiving their test you noticed that they had gotten a bad grade. Well, that wasn't so good, but then again, when did they ever care about grades? For the rest of the class, though, he felt the teacher's gaze on him.
The quiet rustling of the plaid, the apartment had an unaccustomed nervous atmosphere, which was diluted only by the television, which was playing a boring program at a low volume, seemingly just for background. There were two people in the living room, Non Texture, who was walking around the living room, folding his hands behind his back and saying something, and the second person was you, who sat comfortably on the sofa, wrapped in a plaid and slightly covered his eyes, it seems only a glimpse of listening to his interlocutor.
And all this situation might not have happened if you in one of the days did not fail the test, not the usual, but on the subject that led their boyfriend. Also that now they were obliged to listen to a lecture on that subject, on which was this stupid test.
Although there were advantages to it, because they could now spend some time together, because usually Non Texture is busy checking tests, notebooks or signing some documents, not paying attention to you. They covered their eyes, already starting to fall asleep, but suddenly they felt Non Texture's hand on their shoulder. When they opened their eyes, they noticed that he was looking at them with quite a bit of annoyance, and then sat down next to him.
"And for whom did I just explain the whole topic in detail? - Non Texture asked, resting his head on their shoulder and an annoyed sigh escaped from his mouth, "Fine, go back to sleep. But tomorrow I'll still make you learn that topic in full."
Non Texture fell silent, beginning to slowly relax, feeling the silence in this small shared moment of solitude when they were together. As you slithered slightly underneath him, Non Texture wrapped his arms around them, cradling them lightly and slowly falling asleep.
The quiet ringing of the alarm clock echoed throughout the apartment, causing you to wake up immediately, and not feeling anyone around, they just sighed and went into the kitchen. There was Non Texture, he was cooking them both breakfast, humming something under his nose, he seemed to be completely focused on cooking, not noticing you. The same sat silently at the table, just waiting for breakfast to be ready.
After what seemed like a few minutes, Non Texture placed two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, and a glass of coffee next to each. He then leaned over to you, kissing them on the forehead.
“Good morning”