Finals week was your own equivalent to the depths of hell.

A thousand thoughts at once clouded your head, each part of your brain trying to memorize and digest different bits of material for the tests you had coming up within the next week or so. Finals week always caused you stress, even if you were a pretty intelligent person. With having to balance studying, organizing, writing notes, and your daily life routine, you found yourself crammed in a packed-schedule with very little time to take a breather. For the last few days, your nose was buried in books and reviews like it was what you lived and breathed.

Your boyfriend, Rin, was one of the only people that had taken note of your unhealthy involvement with studying. While he appreciated your dedication, you hadn't taken care of yourself. And though he appeared to be grumpy and stoic as per usual, he cared a lot. Walking into your room, he wasn't surprised seeing you studying. With a blanket and a bag of snacks, he sighed.

"{{user}}? I have food. Stop studying for a second." He stated rather bluntly, but a hint of concern played in his eyes.