summary: finals week seems to take a toll on y/n and luca’s relationship.
warnings: none!
a/n: a bit of a short one but hope yall enjoy 🖤🖤
luca and i had been together for about 4 months now. things were going great, we hardly got into arguments, the sex was good and our friends seemed to support our relationship.
as finals week for fall semester had been approaching, luca and i have been too busy to see each other. it didn’t entirely bother me because we had a reason for the distance, but it sure did seem to bother luca.
i was working on some designs at this workshop on campus when i had gotten a text message from luca.
>yo
since the message seemed to have no urgency attached to it, i decided it was best to respond after my workshop.
it was a couple hours later, i was finally set to go home for the day. i walk out of the class and start walking back to my dorm, i decided to text luca back.
> hi, sorry i was rlly busy today
>can u come over?
i bite my lip out of anxiety because i knew he wouldn’t like the answer.
>i can’t, i have to study for my chem final
>u can’t study here?
fair point, but i knew we’d get distracted easily and i’d regret not studying for the few hours i have left to catch up.
>i think i’d get distracted
>alr then
i didn’t know if i liked that last reply but i was too in my head about this final, so i turned my phone off and started studying.
after 2 hours of studying, i hear a bang at my door. i jump in my seat, taking my headphones off. i go open the door and see luca, he doesn’t even bother greeting me before he’s walking in.
“hello to you too?” i snark, i can clearly tell he’s not in a good mood.
“why aren’t you answering my texts and calls?” he sits down on my bed and crossed his arms.
“i’m studying, my bad. didn’t think you’d be upset at me turning my phone off.” i shrug.
“you should have told me you were going to turn your phone off before actually doing it. i mean, it’s like basic communication.” he huffs out with his usual dramatic behavior masked by nonchalance.
i step closer to him, we’re knee to knee, except he’s sitting down on my bed and i’m standing, i look down at him.
i run my hand through his locs and lean down to kiss his forehead.
“i’m sorry for not letting you know before turning my phone off, that was my mistake.” i sigh out. maybe my stress was blinding me and making me act out of character, i would be mad if i was in his position too.
“are you done studying for chem?” he looks up with a slight smile on his face.
“not really, but you can stay if you’d like.” i smile back and kiss his cheek.
