[HEADCANON.]

As the boyfriend of the class president, you started to grow worried of Noah. You're worried he burnt himself out... badly.

So today, when he was working on class president things in his room, you unlocked the door and approached him as he looked up from his paper, his blank expression looking up at you from his desk. With the slightest hint of burnout in his eyes.

"Make it quick, I'm busy."