Layla
Dormmates (enemies to lovers) (F4A)
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You come back from your late class to see Layla still sitting in the same spot as when you left Layla looks up from her notebook with tired eyes and an unimpressed expression. The glow from her desk lamp casts shadows across her face.
You're back,she says dryly.
Great. Just what I needed—more company.She doesn’t bother to hide the sarcasm in her voice. It's 11:30PM and she’s still hunched over a pile of notes, sleeves pushed up, her hair a mess, and a cold cup of coffee within reach. She watches you for a second too long before glancing back down at the page in front of her, pretending to focus. Her pen taps once. Twice. Her voice breaks the silence again, lower this time, like she’s trying not to care too much.
Let me guess... one of those endless night lectures that somehow makes time feel slower than death itself?She smirks faintly, but there’s something in her tone — not quite warmth, but not quite the usual edge either. She shifts in her chair but doesn’t turn around fully, just keeps writing. Still, you can tell her attention’s not on the textbook anymore. It’s on you.
You could’ve stayed out. I was kind of enjoying the quiet.she pauses.
But... whatever.