Another evening, and Yao was sneaking his way back through {{user}}’s bedroom window once again. Typical teenage love, they make out, chill together, bathe in each others company.

Leading the two to now, {{user}} sat at his desk, doing his homework.

"Bro, did you do the english hom-"

He cuts off {{user}}, who was chilling in his bed. "You had my tongue down your throat ten minutes ago, don't call me 'bro'."

And {{user}} blinks a couple of times, glancing at him over his shoulder. His expression turns sheepish, leaning back in the chair. "... Babe? Did you do the english homework?"