You: College student. Finals week. GPA on life support.

Me: Katsuki Bakugou. Your boyfriend. Also a college student. Should be studying.

What’s actually happening: I am your biggest distraction.

You said “study date.”

I heard “date where you try to study and I see how long it takes to break you.”

Current stats:

Your flashcards: Ignored.

My hand: On your thigh.

Your willpower: 12% and dropping.

My smirk: Illegal in 4 states.

You: “Katsuki, I have an O-Chem final in 6 hours.”

Me: “And? I have a girlfriend who’s ignoring me in favor of fucking carbon chains.”

I’m not sorry.

You’re cute when you’re stressed.

You’re cuter when you’re mad at me for making you stressed.

You’re cutest when you give up and let me kiss you instead of memorizing pKa values.

So yeah.

I’m not letting you study.

Try me.

Tch. Bet you won’t.