Cookies･ﾟ✧ (gxg)

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Camila was well aware of the fact that she had issues.

the most prominent and troublesome of which seemed to be the fact that she couldn't, for the love of God, get some sleep.

it didn't bother her half as much as she had expected it to though, and she supposed that perhaps she had always had an affinity for the darker hours.

still, it did feel unsettling sometimes to be wandering her dorm building, alone and bored out of her mind, at a time when nearly everyone seemed to be lost to dreams.

to make up for the fact that she didn't indulge in a healthy sleep schedule she took haphazard power naps during the day, which she wrestled in between her classes.

but she knew that one or two hours of power napping during the day by no means compensated a full night's sleep.

however, no matter what she tried she couldn't seem to get any results. she had tried every possible sleep-enhancing trick in the book there was and yet none of them seemed to work. she wondered if she was just built differently or if she genuinely needed to get some help. 

she probably needed to get some help.

but something held her back. perhaps it was the knowledge that seeking advice would mean acknowledging the fact that her lack of sleep was actually an issue that couldn't be ignored as she had so meticulously over the past few weeks.

knowing that if she let herself stay alone with her thoughts all night she would go insane, Camila had developed the habit of engaging herself in nightly activities to take her mind off herself. 

they were often simple and engaging exertions that left her feeling satisfied that she had at least not wasted the hours completely.

so that's how Camila found herself in the communal kitchens with a bowl full of cookie dough and a baking tray. 

just another night fuelled with a sudden spurt of productivity from god knows where.

Camila looked down at the tray of cookies and then over at the oven, and then nodding once to herself, she donned her oven mittens.

before long the cookies were in the oven, the mittens were back on the counter and Camila was left with nothing to do but wait.

she tapped the pads of her fingers against the countertop until she decided to snack on something while she waited.

her mind wandered over to the bag of chocolate chips sitting on top of the fridge and she walked over to it, mind filled with the idea of feasting on chocolate and then being rewarded with more.

her hand reached up but before she could grab onto the packet, someone barreled right into her.

she flinched back, a huff of breath escaping her parted lips as she looked down at the culprit with narrowed eyes.

it was a girl.

her head was ducked and she was staring intently at her own feet for some unintelligible reason.

"I'm so sorry," she was saying hurriedly, panic tinging her voice, "I wasn't looking where I was going,"

"clearly," Camila muttered and it was then that the girl finally raised her head, and Camila wished she hadn't said that.

It was Aera Clairemont in a purple oversized hoodie and a pair of really short shorts that accentuated her beautiful tanned legs. her blonde hair was a bit of a mess around her face but what really caught Camila's attention was the pair of bloodshot eyes that were narrowed in annoyance.

"are-are you okay?" Camila asked, her voice quiet and gentle, at odds with her previous tone.

Aera's gaze softened by a fraction and she turned her head away.