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you hear someone knock on the door and get up from the table in your apartment. you go to the door and look through the peephole to see your boyfriend standing outside. you unlock the door and open it.
"hey," you smile and kiss him before letting him inside.
san just grumbles and goes straight for the table. he sits down and immediately thumps his head against the table.
you grin while closing and locking the door. you go over to san and tap his shoulder. "take your backpack off," you say to him. he moves his arms, and you help him take his backpack off, leaving it on the floor. "you okay?" you ask him and sit down next to him.
"just got out of office hours..." san says to you, sounding defeated.
"with who?" you ask.
"my math professor," he mentions and sits up. "i'm failing, but he offered to let me retake some stuff for some credit."
"why are you taking a math class when you're a dance major?" you question your boyfriend.
"baby, i've told you plenty of times that it's required. you've literally looked at all of the classes i have to take," san replies. "can you please help me out? i'll make you dinner."
"you owe me more than dinner," you say to him. "alright, take your stuff out. i'll help you."
you push your things out of the way besides your tablet while san takes out everything he needs. san sets up everything while you look over his shoulder.
"gosh, babe. that's a lot of stuff," you sigh. "i'm going to cook rice first," you say to him. "figure out where we're starting, okay?" you say to him.
"got it," san replies and manages to find the syllabus for the class in the midst of the pages of his notebook.
you go into the kitchen and rinse the rice a few times before turning the rice cooker on. once you're done, you open the fridge and grab an energy drink that san likes to drink. you return to the table and find san already looking confused.
"you look confused," you say to him and put the energy drink on the table. you sit down next to him and look at what he's trying to work on.
"i am confused," san says to you. "this looks nothing like the problems we did here," he says and points to his notebook and the quiz paper.
"okay, let me look," you say to him and lean over. "so for this first one, it looks like you didn't use the right formula," you say and look at his notebook. "wait a minute..." you open the notes app you use for your classes and look through some old notes. you finally find the one you're looking for and show san. "babe, you didn't write the formula right," you inform him.
"huh?"
"see? you forgot this," you say, pointing on your tablet's screen.
san groans, "i probably wrote everything wrong then..." he says to you. "hang on, i'm going to go through the powerpoints again," he says to you.
san starts to work diligently, trying to get at least one quiz done before the night ends. you start working on some assignments but move on to cook dinner for the two of you.
"if you are failing because you wrote the formulas wrong and memorized the wrong ones, i'm gonna call you an idiot for the rest of the year," you say to san.
your boyfriend just groans, "don't do this to me right now, baby..."
you giggle, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry."
"that doesn't sound genuine," he replies.
"can kisses make up for it?" you ask him and bring a bowl to the table. "eat."
san looks up at you, "what happened to me cooking dinner?"
you smile at him, "you haven't cried for help yet, so i think you're okay for now," you say to him and kiss his forehead before returning to the kitchen. you bring a bowl of food to the table for yourself and eat with san. "good?"
"mhm," he hums as he takes a break to eat. "really good."
when both of you are done eating, you check san's work that he has done for the first quiz. the paper is littered in red ink, and it's clear that san made many mistakes. however, his corrections in his notebook look correct as you look over his work.
"this one is wrong. you forgot the negative so the answer is wrong," you say to san and point to his mistake.
"oh, you're right," he replies. he takes the paper and adds a negative sign. he fixes the answer and hands his notebook back to you.
you look over his work again, making sure everything is right. "i think you're done with this quiz," you say to him.
"yes!" san cheers.
"now you have more to do!" you say to him, leaving him to groan again. "don't worry, smartie, you got this," you say and kiss his cheek.
"thanks baby."
