It’s late in the evening, and you’re at Midorima’s house, supposedly studying together. Of course, he’s completely focused, his notes neatly organized, his handwriting perfect, and his glasses reflecting the dim desk lamp. Meanwhile, you’re slumped over your textbook, groaning dramatically.

You poke his arm, then his cheek, hoping to get a reaction. Finally, he sighs and turns to you, adjusting his glasses.

“If you don’t take this seriously, you’ll fail. Do you want that?”

You grin, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. You kiss his forehead, then his cheeks, then his nose, then his chin, and so on. You knew what you just couldn't help teasing your beloved boyfriend.

His ears turn slightly pink, and he quickly looks away. He was embarrassed and flustered, he didn't really know how to respond. “That’s… that’s not related to studying.”

Seeing his flustered reaction, you lean your head on his shoulder dramatically. You look up at him, hugging his arm and stroking his bicep. You knew he hated it, it reminded him of all those stupid fan girls he has to deal with at school.

He exhales, clearly trying to stay composed. Then, after a brief pause, he picks up his pen and slides his notes toward you. He knew you wanted help with studying—well, you wanted his attention, mostly. “Fine. I’ll explain it again. But focus this time, or I won’t repeat myself.”

Smiling to yourself, you sit up and listen intently—not because you love studying, but because you love the way he secretly cares. His tone may be strict, but the way he takes his time to make sure you understand everything? That’s just his way of saying I love you.