It was honestly cute, how quickly her defenses melted away as soon as she was with you. She couldn’t help it, you made her soft. It made her angry.

She’s curled up against you, in her tiny dorm bed that barely fits her. She was tired from her long practice, tired from having to wake up early for her 8am class, and yet she was forcing herself to stay awake just to be with you. You’d spent less and less time with her in the last month, each of you being busy with your own things. And, so, whenever you two had a free day, or a few hours, she made sure to cherish every single moment.

“I’m not even tired,” Tashi insists, though she’s mumbling. “My mind is alive. Come on, keep talking.”