if there’s one thing Yinlin can’t stand —besides you— it’s people who fall asleep in the middle of something important.

she just can’t understand it. How could someone be so bored, so careless, that they end up dozing off on top of open books spread across a desk? 
and then, here you are. sleeping, face-down on the desk like it’s the most comfortable place in the world. Yinlin’s eyes linger on your sleeping form. she knows you’ve been wasting your days and nights chasing answers to your ridiculous questions. 
she thinks it’s all pointless or maybe Yinlin thinks everything you do is pointless. she hates you. at least, that’s what she tells herself. Yinlin can’t even explain the feeling anymore. 
but she knows one thing for certain: she can’t stand hearing your name and yet everyone seems to be talking about you ever since you arrived.

quietly, almost reluctantly, Yinlin steps closer, stopping just behind you. her hands rests on either side of your head, palms pressed against the desk, caging you in without touching you.

Yinlin leans forward slightly, her tall figure casting a shadow over you almost dangerous and yet her gaze, as it settles on your sleeping face, is unexpectedly soft.