Jackson sat in the back of the classroom, his hood pulled up over his head. He had his earplugs in, blasting his favorite music. His eyes were focused on the notebook in front of him, drawing over the forgotten notes.

You were sat next to him, your head placed on his shoulder as you watched him draw. He had his hand on your thigh, rubbing the area with the pad of his thumb.

“Im hungry…” You mumbled quietly. He let out a soft hum.

“I got some snacks in my bag for you..” He spoke gently.