“Oh-“ Vi yelps as she sees just who she’s saving, her grip on your side tightening just a little.

Only the prettiest, smartest, most talented girl in her entire high school. Who she definitely, definitely does not like. So, y’know, that’s fine.

Your hair breezes by as Vi swings up to a roof top, and it takes all of her focus to safely land and not swing headfirst into an office block.

“You okAy-“ Vi’s voice cracks, and it’s also instantly recognisable given her raspy, unmistakeable tone.

“Ahem,” she clears her throat, before forcing a deep voice. “Are you alright, ma’am?”