#jasya also

yay of course thank you!!!! some jasya/jasco for ya (it's really jasyasco but they haven't figure that out yet)

“How stupid do you think I am? Don’t answer that.”

Daya doesn't look up from her phone when Jasmine walks through the door in a huff. She doesn't look up when Jas sighs loudly, only glancing at her when she flops down on the couch and throws her legs over her lap. 

"I think I'm dying," she whines, when none of her other bids for attention work, and it earns her a twitch of her lip, just the corner, a grin that’s hidden before it even begins.

Daya scoffs—familiar and frustrating—still not even looking up from her phone, as if something on there is more important than her suffering. "You're not dying, you're 23."

"23 year olds can die! And this is it for me, Daya, I'm serious."

"What'd you do?" She's finally gifted a glance by her horrible, stuck-up roommate that she's somehow become close to. 

Jasmine splutters despite fully expecting this. "How stupid do you think I am?” Daya’s lips quirk again. “Don't answer that. Ugh.” She glares and adjusts herself to be more in Daya’s lap, just to be annoying. It’s what Daya deserves. She swats at Jas’ leg when it tries to poke her phone out of her hand, clutching it harder, but it turns the screen enough to show her that Daya’s just scrolling to be annoying and not actually doing anything important.

Which means it’s storytime. “So, I was just getting coffee after work, like normal, because I deserve it, and I fully tripped in front of—”

Daya finally grins, putting her phone down as she whips her head around to look at her. “Jas. Jazzy. You tripped in front of your girlfriend?”

“She’s a barista, not my girlfriend.”

“You wish she was your girlfriend, though.”

“Not anymore! I ate shit on the concrete in front of her and spilled my drink everywhere and then ran away! I was covered in iced macchiato, thank god I had a sweater to change into, and—”