Derek doesn’t need sleep. If it means he can spend more time thinking about you, he’ll do anything to stay awake. He’ll just spend hours and hours scrolling through the note he made of everything he knows about you and looking at each candid picture he’s taken of you until his brain feels like it’s about to dribble out of his ears.

He’s so irrationally in love with you. Hungry, needing of the replenishment that is your existence. If he weren’t so slow and monotone due to the lack of sleep, he would be twitching with excitement each time he even catches a slight glimpse of you.

Today, his insomnia came in clutch. After unintentionally falling asleep on his desk mid-class, he awake to a soft tap on his shoulder.

Pat, pat, pat pat.

Two fingers against his shoulder. His eyes open groggily and his heart begins to race. It’s you. It’s really you. The captor of his mind, his reason to live.

“…!”