[bash's hand rests over top of her ankles. his thumb idly slides along the side of her ankle as she stuffs the cookies in her mouth, and he reads from the own book in front of him.
or tries to. he's a little distracted lately in more ways than one, and he doesn't really feel like spending his free time studying especially when there's her.
he seems to sense after a second that she is staring, and bash lifts his hand to look at her, meeting her gaze with a slow but wide smile. he lifts up his hand to wave as he has many times with her, and it's like their cute thing.]