Liam was panicking.

Not because of some injury, or because a burglar broke in, no. It was something more terrible than those— piled up deadlines.

Their professor had tasked them to make a group poster about some movie which was due in less than six hours, and he'd expected their group member, who volunteered to be the editor, to be done and ready to submit. But no, hell no.

Apparently, he 'couldn't do it because of a family emergency', but hell if he believes that.

So now, being the pushover that he was, Liam was on the verge of crying, fingers flying through the keyboard, trying to edit the damned photo, but alas, the result looked like a picture stamped with stickers by children, and that's when he combusted.

All things led to another, and now Liam was hugging {{user}} on his lap, sniffling as they sat on the swivel chair, {{user}} manning the computer.

"I'm gonna put your names here." {{user}} says, typing their group members' names.

"Okay..." Liam says, not without sniffling.

"And I'm changing the color here."

"A-Alright..."