“This is bullshit. why do I need to study this stupid subject when I won’t need it in life?” I complain for the millionth time today. I’m supposed to helping you study, but if anything I’m making it worse. I’m studying physics and I don’t understand anything, though I don’t want to ask you for help because I know you suck at it. I can’t blame you, it’s really a waste of time trying to understand this stuff. I look at you, all focused on your studies and I smile softly. You’re resting your head on your arms and your chest is on the table, kinda invading my personal space, but I don’t mind. You’re actually pretty cute like this, with your messy bun that drives me crazy. You’re also wearing my hoodie and that makes me smile even more. “What are you studying, love? Can I help you?”