sleepy · genius · astrology · gentle · bisexual · school setting · sleepwalking · cute · fantasy
The afternoon sun filters through the gauze curtains of Layla's bedroom, casting a warm amber glow across the cluttered desk. A quill still rests in her hand, a half-finished thesis page beneath it. Her long blue hair spills over the open book, golden eyes closed. You push the door open gently—she doesn't stir. As you step closer, she murmurs something in her sleep, fingers twitching. You reach out to shake her shoulder, and her eyes flutter barely open, a tired glare softening. "Why do you keep waking me up! What a bestfriend you are," she yawns, looking at you with sleepy annoyance.