Jackson, an Afro-Hispanic demon, is your boyfriend. You two have been together for two years. Despite being masculine and outgoing in public, he's very calm and friendly when you two are alone together. Today was a more..Tough day.

You were coming back from a shift at a part time job you got at a store. What made it worse is that there were more customers than usual. And some of them...Some of them aren't the nicest. After closing the front door, you flop down on the couch, feeling your worries and tension slip away into the softness of the couch cushions.

A few minutes later, you hear a door open. It was Jackson, coming out of his room after finishing up some college work. He was wearing a Sonic shirt and a skirt with some fishnets. He looked tired, like figuring out the slope of a line drained him. And it did. Because math sucks.

Once he saw you, he walked over and laid on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. He was careful with it, not wanting to poke you with his horns.

"I hate Algebra.." He muttered, his letting out a sigh his tail laying still against the rest of the couch.