Sodapop always knew you were smart, but he just assumed it was because he himself didn’t understand school a lot. So, when you do more complex things in school, he never questioned it.

Until today.

He wrapped his arms around your waist while you were sitting on your bed doing homework. He kissed down your neck from behind you.

Then, he caught sight of your homework with complex equations and problems.

“Damn…” He mutters, his brain short circuiting just from looking at the papers.