the both of you were talking secretly in your bedroom, about what? no one will ever know if they weren’t in the room where it happened.

turning your back to search through your broken drawers, lifting a slab of wood that collapsed on itself to pull out a crop top that had been converted into a small shirt to sleep in.

vi continued to waffle on about her training with vander, mimicking her fighting stances and punches as she let out little sounds like boom! pah! b-b-boom!

when you turned your body to look at her with a cocked eyebrow, her eyes went wide with embarrassment and her hand went to her neck to scratch at it. her eyes trailing down to your chest before snapping up to your eyes.

“oh— uh… i— i gotta go, um… vander needs me.” she spoke before moving out of your room and jetting out of the house.

you stood there, brow furrowed and confused as you held your small crop top in your hands.

and that was how vi knew she was lesbian.