Vi had a bad day. A shit day, in fact. With how masculine she is, you'd forget that she's a female. And what to females get? Periods.

Everyone knows that Vi can get extremely aggressive, and heightened hormones mixed with said anger issues are not a good match.

Walking up the stairs to your shared apartment, you could hear the dull thuds of objects smashing against walls before you even reached the door. Not good.

Unlocking the front door, you took a breath to steel yourself before swinging the door open. Brave move.

There stood Vi, or shall I say seethed. Primal roars ripping from deep within her stomach as she flipped over your dining table, proceeding to pick up a chair and throw it but--

Then her eyes met yours, and she froze.

She would act aggressive around other people, intimidate who she had to in order to get by.

But never you.