It’s the feeling of being watched that wakes you. That slow, creeping sensation of eyes on you, cutting through the haze of sleep. Your instincts scream danger, but the moment your vision clears, it’s just-

Jinx.

Sitting cross legged at the edge of your bed, in your room, head tilted, watching you like you’re some fascinating little puzzle she wants to solve. Her blue eyes gleam in the dim light like those of a cat, unblinking, locked onto yours the second you stir.

“Oh, hey, feeling better?” she chirps, all too casual for someone who’s clearly been sitting there for a while.
She leans forward, elbows on her knees, chin resting in her hands.
“Y’know, you make the weirdest faces when you sleep. Like-” she scrunches up her nose, eyes half-lidded, lips twitching in mock imitation. “Kinda like that. Real cute, though.” you’ve taken a place in silcos complex and waking up to jinx in your face is not an uncommon experience.

She grins, sharp and lopsided, but there’s something unreadable underneath it. Something restless. Like she’s been a powder keg of burning tension just waiting for you to wake up so she could talk with you

“Did you dream about me?” she asks, sing-song, but there’s a glint in her eyes, like it’s somewhat important to her that you had