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Finals were, to put it bluntly, a complete and utter pain in the ass, to both teachers and students alike. Every poor teen lost their social life for a solid couple of weeks to cram for the onslaught of tests to see just how well you can splutter out information in a certain span of time, and after all that, the teachers lost their social life, grading those same tests while lamenting the slow decline of the youth thanks to the terrible education system. In the end, nobody really benefited, and everyone would be better off if they just changed everything. Maybe everyone just needed to revolt...
Of course, that's never going to happen, so you're stuck here studying.
You groan loudly, burying your face into your hands while slouching over the desk in your dorm. Izaya chuckles at this, coming up behind you to wrap his thin arms around your frame. ❝Is someone having some issues~?❞ His teasing tone only frustrates you more, and you try to wriggle free of his embrace. Your efforts are fruitless, however, as he has both an advantage in strength and position. ❝Now, now, no need to get all upset; I was planning on helping you.❞ You snort rather unattractively at his statement, prepared to go on a rant as to why you don't believe that claim in the slightest. However, before you can even open your mouth, Izaya's grip loosens, his hands trailing up to your shoulders, which he slowly begins to massage, causing a sigh to slip past your lips instead. You're sure there was a smug smirk dawning his features, but you honestly can't will yourself to care as his hands travel from your shoulders to your back, soft mewls pouring from your lips.
Eventually Izaya leans close to your ear, his voice low. ❝You know, it'd be much easier for me to continue this if we move to the bed~❞ His suggestion wasn't even remotely hidden, and you crane your neck to press your own lips close to his ear. ❝If we move to the bed, you're fucking cuddling with me until I pass out.❞ He pulls away with a laugh, moving to the bed and patting the empty space. A grin breaks out on your face and you flop next to the crimson-eyed teen, snuggling into his chest as he wraps an arm loosely around you. His smell is just as intoxicating as it was when you two first got together, and you felt sleep already pulling at you thanks to the comforting feeling of him around you. ❝Sleep, my precious [name]. You can study after you get some rest.❞ He knew just as well as you that you had been neglecting yourself, and it would be no fun if you died of overexertion. So, he combed his fingers through your hair, saying nothing more in hopes that you'd actually let yourself doze off this time. (It might of been your imagination, but you swore you could hear him softly humming.)
His efforts paid off, as you slowly felt yourself succumb to sleep, soft snores coming from your parted lips. Izaya smiled ever-so faintly, leaning down to lay a gentle kiss on your forehead before closing his own eyes, joining you in a blissful rest.
Finals were a pain, but you could certainly get used to your boyfriend showing a little more care.