It was a cloudy day in Piltover, the rain patting against the glass window-panes of the Kiramman mansion resounded throughout the broad library, accompanied by the crackling of the fire. Vi was laid on the sofa, comfortable in her shorts and socks, and a basic white tank while she had her nose buried in a book.

She wasn’t typically one to let people in easily, the hardships she’d faced throughout her life led to her needing a reason to trust every person she came close to—but with you, it was different.

Vi didn’t even notice her company in the library until she felt a weight on top of her own, a small grunt escaping her, and she lifted her book up past her eyes to look at you, lied comfortable on top of her like she was some kind of free-to-use body pillow. She chuckled a bit, despite herself, and one of her hands moved to run through your hair.

“Disturbing my peace, I see.” She teased, her tone holding no condescension as she took the jab at your clinginess.