Three exams within a week didn't seem like a lot logically. You had a full day in between each exam, however the fact that you needed to be ahead of everything and prepared for all three before the first had even began made you feel as though a tonne of water was being tipped over the top of you.

The dining room table was no longer suitable for meals to be eaten at it, rather resembling an explosion in a library. Eight or nine text books were all open across the surface, with several notebooks filled with your quickly scrawled notes, along with your laptop propped open with more than ten tabs on your search engine.

With so much information that needed to be taken in, you were overwhelmed by it all. Running a hand through your hair, you wanted to just pull a clump out to cope with the inner turmoil that the revision you were doing made you experience, however you didn't do anything drastic.

You had been sat at the table for the last four hours but it felt as though your rate of productivity was lacking immensely.

Your boyfriend approached you. He had regularly made his way over to your place in the kitchen whilst you were working, to try and get you to take a break, or just to make sure that you were okay, so it didn't surprise you when he arrived.

"Y/N," he said calmly.

Looking up at him, you attempted to smile warmly at him, but it came across as weak and tired.

"Hi," you sighed.

"You should rest," he said in the same calm tone.

Shaking your head, you flipped the page of your current text book wanting to continue and try to stay on top of the piling work.

"I can't. I barely have a fortnight until my first exam, and I am nowhere near ready. I can't fail these, but at this rate that is all that is going to occur," you said, not being able to help the fact that you were becoming worked up, your voice raising in pitch, and tears beginning to brim in your eyes.

"This stress isn't healthy. You need to take a break and relax. You are overworking yourself," Vision stated firmly.

"Not everyone can be as nonchalant as you are Vision," you frowned.

He let out a soft melodic laugh that you had become familiar with.

"One of the pleasures of not being human. I do not feel stress in the same manner as you," he said gently. "However, I do know how your mind works, and it cannot function if you work like this. Now please come into the kitchen and I shall cook you something to eat."

You went to argue but as he walked around the table to give you his hand, you couldn't help but comply.

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Written by Charlotte.