It had been a long day for both (Y/n) and (U/n).

It was a week before exams, and they were both very stressed out. Well, actually, only (U/n) was stressed.

(Y/n)'s grades weren't the best and he wasn't the type to make notes and memorize facts.

(U/n) on the other hand, was a studying monster.

He could study for 12 hours straight and say that he isn't done yet.

However, (U/n) wanted his love to do well in school.

So, being the caring boyfriend he is, decided that he should help his (Y/n) study so that he passes the exam.

"... And then you move the x over and now you have 4 as your answer. Did you get it, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) didn't reply.

Instead he just looked at me with those cute puppy eyes, like he does every time when he doesn't want to do something.

"Nope!" he finally said, making his accent really cute and cheerful.

"Ugh... (Y/n) we've literally only studied for one of your four exams and you can't even figure out this one problem? How did you pass all the other tests you had in math?!"

"Easy!" He responded with a grin on his face.

"I always snuggle with you the night before and it always works! I even get a really good grade! Remember the last time I had an English test? Remember how I 'cuddled' the living daylights out of you?"

"(Y/n)... what do you think you are doing?..."

"Getting ready for an English test?"

I mentally face palmed.

"Then shouldn't you be studying, you know, instead of hugging me?" I stated, pointing to his strong arms wrapped around my neck.

"Yep! That's exactly what I'm doing!"

What?

"Where's your notebook then?"

He looked at me with a goofy smile and responded "Why do I need a notebook when I have you?"

Of course this made my heart pound and beat faster, but I quickly calmed myself down and stated that he should be actually studying and not hugging me.

"But I am studying! I'm studying you." He said with a sadistic grin and carried me off to our shared bedroom to 'study even more'.

However, he came home with a pretty decent score for that English test.

Top 5 in the class in fact.

"But doing 'that' has nothing to do with you getting a good score on a test!" I practically shout.

"Trust me, it will, baby~" (Y/n) purred as he put me over his shoulder and casually walked into our bedroom.

"(Y/n)!! Put me down and actually go study math!!" I yell.

"Don't worry, my dear (U/n), we can study math when we are doing 'it'. You can teach me all about what angle my dick needs to be in order to hit that sweet spot of yours~" He purrs sadistically, making me shiver a bit.

"(Y/n)!!!!!!!" I scream as he makes his way to our room.

"See? Told you my 'studying' was effective" (Y/n) says as he shoves the exam paper with the number 96% written on it.

And at that moment, (U/n) questioned life and it's meaning.