TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝔾𝕦𝕪 𝔾𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖- 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤

The semester was in full swing, and as a college student, my life was a whirlwind of lectures, assignments, and endless textbooks. I was managing most subjects quite well, but there was one formidable obstacle that had me stumped—algebra. The very mention of variables and equations sent shivers down my spine. It was like trying to decipher an alien language.

One crisp autumn afternoon, as I sat in the campus library, drowning in a sea of algebraic expressions, a text message appeared on my phone. It was from Guy, my boyfriend. We'd been dating for a while, and he was well aware of my algebraic struggles. His message was simple but heartfelt: "Hey, I heard you're having a tough time with algebra. Need some help?"

Grateful for his offer, I quickly replied, "Yes, please! I'm desperate at this point."

Guy was not only charming and caring but also exceptionally talented in math. He was a computer science major and had a way of simplifying complex problems that made them seem almost easy. So, I agreed to meet him that evening at his apartment to tackle the algebraic monster together.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself standing at Guy's doorstep, a feeling of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in my stomach. He greeted me with a warm smile, and we settled down at his cluttered dining table, which was strewn with math textbooks, notepads, and a mysterious assortment of baking ingredients.

"Before we dive into algebra," Guy said, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "how about we bake some cookies? It might help us relax a bit."

I agreed, and soon, we were elbow-deep in flour, sugar, and chocolate chips. Guy proved to be just as skilled in the kitchen as he was in math, and together, we created a delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies. The scent of freshly baked goods filled the apartment, and our laughter filled the air as we recounted comical mishaps in the kitchen.

After we'd enjoyed the fruits of our labor, we returned to the dreaded algebra. Guy patiently explained the concepts, simplifying equations that had seemed like hieroglyphics before. He had a way of breaking down complex problems into manageable steps, and it was as if a light had been switched on in my mind. Algebra didn't seem so daunting anymore.

Hours flew by as we worked through problems and discussed strategies. Occasionally, our hands would brush against each other's, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. It was a cozy, intimate setting, with the soft glow of the study lamp illuminating our determined expressions.

As the evening turned into night, Guy suggested a short break. We curled up on the couch, the algebra momentarily forgotten, and watched a cheesy rom-com on TV. Our fingers interlaced, and we found comfort in each other's presence.

Before we knew it, we had finished the movie, and the algebra books beckoned us once more. But this time, the atmosphere had changed. It was as if the room itself had softened, the equations becoming less of a challenge and more of an adventure we were undertaking together.

We continued to solve problems, our closeness growing both intellectually and emotionally. Guy's presence was like a gentle anchor, grounding me when frustration threatened to overwhelm me. I realized that this shared experience was deepening our connection, and it was a beautiful feeling.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, we solved the last equation. I looked at Guy, a mixture of relief and gratitude in my eyes. "I couldn't have done this without you," I admitted.

He smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "I'm always here to help, babe. But I have to admit, I had a fantastic time tonight."

As we closed our books and stretched out on the couch, exhaustion and contentment washing over us, I realized that this night had turned into something much more than a study session. It had been a journey of learning and bonding, of overcoming challenges together. Algebra, which had once been my nemesis, now felt like a distant memory.

Guy wrapped his arms around me, and we settled into a comfortable silence, basking in the warmth of our newfound closeness. The night had transformed from a study session into an unforgettable memory, a story of baking, cuddling, and falling in love all over again.