*rubs eyes* can you write analogical fluff
**Of course! I had to sneak awa and hide in the bathroom to write this, don’t tell anyone 😉**
Anxiety stared at he chalkboard in front of him, reading over the words for the fifteen trillionth time.
“I think this should be enough…. But-” He erased a line and grabbed the white chalk, rewriting what had once been there neater and cleaner.
“Alright, now I should find-”
“Ann?” He jumped at the sound of his Lovers voice, and scrambled to shove the chalkboard into the other room when hr heard the front door close.
“Logan, you’re home early!”
“Yes, well when my boss found out it was our five year anniversary he gave me the day off,” He poked his head through the doorway and grinned at Ann, “So, I decided to surprise you!”
He frowned when he took in the state of Anxiety, “What have you been doing all day?”
Anxiety looked down at his clothes and he couldn’t help but chuckle at his appearance.
He had thrown his clothes on half-hazardly this morning, meaning he was wearing a pair of sweat pants, and his shirt was inside out. He was covered with chalk dust, and he could only imagine how much chalk was in his hair.
Logic walks forward and pet Anxiety’s insane hair from his eyes.
“Is this chalk dust?” Logan ruffled Anxiety’s hair, making him smile, “we don’t have chalk.”
“Well,” Ann dragged out the word, and went to the hall, pulling the large chalkboard he had bought, into the room.
Logics eyes widened as he took in the long, complex math problem.
“What is this?” His eyes were already roaming the long complicated problem.
“Battle of the wits,” Anxiety hugged him from behind, kissing him directly under his ear, “Let’s see if you can figure it out.”
It took Logic three hours to solve the problem, and it brought Anxiety unbridled joy.
This was why Anxiety was the math major, and Logic was the English.
In three hours, Anxiety had gotten cleaned up, made dinner, and had two glasses of wine, as well as offering one to Logic.
Ann, was smirking, Logic was close to solving the true message behind the proble-
“I got it!”
He turned to Ann proudly, and Anxiety stood and kissed him softly.
“What does it say?” He whispered, hugging Lo from behind.
“It says,” Anxiety slipped away from his boyfriend, “ ‘Logic, will you marry-” He cut off, and Anxiety heard the audible gasp escaping his lips.
Logic turned slowly, seeing Anxiety kneeling on the floor with a sapphire case in hand, the lid popped up to reveal a silver band inlaid with navy diamonds.
Logic was on his knees in the next second, holding Anxiety close and kissing him firmly on his lips.
“Yes,” he whispered before kissing him over and over again, “Yes, yes- oh my- Ann.”
Anxiety slipped the ring onto his Fiancé’s finger, and kissed the band.