A loud buzzing sound disrupts your slumber, although it only lasts for a few seconds before you hear a familiar male swearing quietly, the warmth beneath you shifting a little and rolling you onto your back.

"What the fuck yoi? Do you have any idea what the time is?!" The voice whispers softly, before a distant-sounding male responds. Your eyes eventually opening, although you can't make out much of your surroundings, you can only vaguely see Marco's silhouette in the dimly lit room. "No, I don't have your key--!" The blonde being  stumped when he shoves his hand into his pocket, a small jingle echoing throughout the room. "...Well. maybe I do but must you call at 5am?! You could have just come to get them from me later!"

FIVE IN THE MORNING?!

Your body sitting up on impulse as your eyes scan the room for your clock, it's pretty dark but you can just about spot what the clock's hands say; it is in fact 5:15 am. 

And Marco is lucky that he's so cute, others would not be as lucky to get away with awakening you at this ungodly hour.

"Yes, I have a class today. Second period." Marco grumbles as he turns to face you, his expression immediately matching that of a deer in the headlights, his body jolting as a loud "HOLY--!" escapes his lips before he realizes it's just you, his body soon relaxing as a relieved sigh leaves his throat. 

You can hear the second voice freaking out from the phone and thinking back to your break time yesterday, you're guessing that it's Thatch since he let Marco borrow his keys. "S-Sorry beautiful, I didn't mean to wake you." The blonde sweetly apologizes before he clears his throat. "Thatch, I'll speak to you at break time, okay?"

Knew it was Thatch!

You hear the male on the other end blurt a; "BEAUTIFUL, HUH~? IS THAT RISE~?" before Marco hangs up, dropping his phone onto the coffee table as he rubs his tired eyes, the adorable man taking a seat beside you.

"Thatch sounds cheerful today~" Your arms entwining around Marco's neck in attempts to make him a little more chirpy, seems he's not a fan of being woken up either. The man grunting softly as his hand comes up to your arm, his warmth radiating your skin as he smiles to himself. 

"He's a jerk yoi~" He mutters although you don't miss the subtle chuckle in his tone, as you kiss his cheek, the man just simply can't stay angry. Your arms releasing him when he stands, watching closely as he begins to slip into his shirt.

"You can't wear that to work, it will reek of sweat! And you definitely can't wear those pants!" Your cheeks going about as red as roses while you remember your bare body grinding against the material when you were fucking in his classroom. 

The male looking as adorably confused as ever, a brow raised as he witnesses you spring up from the couch and his eyes following as you make your way to the hall. "Wait there, uncle Rayleigh will have some neat clothes that you can borrow! He was roughly about your build back in his youth, you know?"

You hear the blonde trying to protest but you choose to ignore, he's going to wear different clothes today whether he likes it or not. Grabbing the first suit you see, you make your way back into the living room but your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen.

Wow, Marco. Ditching a girl in the morning? Not cool!

Although a rustling noise from the kitchen catches your ear, the poor guy is clearly hungry and deciding to cook breakfast today. Following the sound, you find him placing a frying pan on the stove.

I really should start offering this poor man some food so he won't always feel the need to do it himself...

"There you are...what do you think of this?" You ask as you hold up the suit in front of your lover, the man simply cracking an egg over the pan but somehow managing to avoid getting any shell in the yolk despite not looking what he's doing, his eyes scanning the suit in your hands.

He clearly cooks breakfast often.

"It looks good yoi! But won't your uncle be mad if I borrow his clothes without asking?" 

You know that Marco's a polite one and all but is he crazy? What does he expect to say to your uncle?! 'Hello Rayleigh, it's [F/n]'s art teacher, I've just fucked your niece and I'd like to know if I can borrow your clothes'?!

"He won't mind, don't worry~" Welp, first lie of the relationship. At least it's for a good cause, Marco looking slightly unconvinced with your answer but not arguing with it at least. The blonde turning his attention back to the food as he flips the egg over.

"Do you like egg sandwiches yoi?"

"Yeah, sure." Making your way through to the living room, you hang the suit over the back of the couch so that he can get dressed after eating. A sudden ring catching your ear, it's your house phone though and you never answer that since it's usually business calls left for Rayleigh.

Eventually the ringing stops as Marco enters with a small plate in his each of his hands, two egg sandwiches sat neatly on them both, he had even cut yours for you. Oh yes, he's marriage material alright.

"[F/n]?" A familiar voice sounds from the house phone, the caller obviously deciding to leave a voice message and even more strange, this call is for you. "I made a mistake, I'm sorry. I really don't like Bonney that much, I thought I did and I let it ruin a good thing. I don't care if you've got another guy now, I don't even care if he fucked you, just please talk to me. Bye." The voicemail leaving you with a scowl on your face as you grumble crankily under your breath.

Will he just like...disappear from the planet or something? Please?

"You gonna call him back yoi?" Marco questions as he takes a bite of his sandwich, his gorgeous eyes resting on you as he eats and despite his confident posture, you can hear the slight anxiety in his tone.

Don't worry, my darling. I don't intend on even looking at that jerk.

"No, I already blocked his number from my cell, I don't know how to do that with the house phone though." A deflated sigh leaving your lips as you take a bite from your sandwich and boy does it lighten your mood. 

How does Marco manage to make something as simple as an egg sandwich taste like fucking heaven?!

"I could get him to block your number, if you wish." The blonde smirks, a slight sadistic look in his eyes as his gaze trails down to his food and as much as you'd love that, he's a teacher and you don't want him going to jail for battering a student.

We graduate in two months, after that I shouldn't have to see the asshole ever again.

"No, it's okay...He'll give up soon, won't he?" Your words laced with hope as you smile up at your boyfriend who only offers a confident nod, his eyes still fixated on his food but his smirk not at all wavering.

"Yes, he will yoi~"