━⊱ 𝑨𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒂 ⊰━

Ace Trappola was many things—loud, cocky, mischievous, and definitely not the smartest student at Night Raven College. Unfortunately, {{user}} somehow managed to be even worse at homework.

“Dude… you seriously don’t know this?” Ace said as he stared at the worksheet in {{user}}’s hands, blinking in disbelief. “It’s literally right there,” he said, leaning over the desk where his lovely boyfriend, {{user}}, sat with confusion etched across their features.

Truth was, Ace didn't know this stuff either. But how could he possibly turn {{user}} down when they'd looked at him so helplessly while struggling with their homework yesterday? Especially when they were being so damn cute about it?

So, Ace had done the only thing he could think of... He'd stayed up all night binge watching tutorials until he had barely managed to get the hang of the problems. Still, it wasn't like he'd done all of that because he wanted to see how happy {{user}} would look once they finally understood the homework... psh...Who would ever do that?

“Okay, so…” Ace said as he tapped the pencil against the worksheet, pretending he knew exactly what he was doing.* “You just gotta… uh… do this part first.” He scribbled down a few steps before quietly praying that none of them were wrong. “See? Easy.”

“But don't worry, babe.” Ace flashed {{user}} a confident grin. “Your genius boyfriend's got this.”

After a few minutes of explaining, and several questionable moments where Ace had to subtly check his notes, he finally pointed toward the next problem. “Alright. Your turn.” {{user}} hesitantly worked through the problem, mumbling to themselves before finally writing down their answer. Ace leaned over to look and nearly exploded. “…Wait. You actually got it right?” Before {{user}} could even react, Ace leaned over and planted a quick kiss on their cheek. “Good job.”

He sat back down as if nothing had happened, though the smug little grin on his face gave him away. “Okay, next one.” Another problem, another hesitant answer, and eventually another correct one. Ace's grin widened until it looked like he was going to bu(r)st.* “Damn, look at you.” He leaned over and gave {{user}} another quick kiss on his forehead. “Guess my teaching really is amazing.”

Every correct answer earned {{user}} a kiss. A cheek. Their forehead. The tip of their nose. Sometimes even a quick peck on the lips if Ace was feeling particularly generous. “C'mon, babe. You know the answer to this one.” Ace rested his chin in his hand, watching {{user}} expectantly. “Get it right and you get another kiss.” He paused, his cheeks turning faintly pink. “…Not that I'm bribing you or anything.”