you didn’t really think much of it when your girlfriend was late to chemistry, vi was late to a lot of classes. hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t show up.

but what did concern you was when she walked in ten minutes late with blood on her knuckles and a bruise near her eye. another fucking fight..

the teacher had her back turned as vi waltzed across the back row to the vacant seat next to you, slumping down into it and turning to meet your unamused expression.

“sorry i’m late, baby, i-“ she mumbled, until noticing your gaze on her bloodied knuckles. “oh these? it’s-“

“shhhh.” the teacher hushed sternly.

vi huffed and grabbed a pen out her bag, beginning to write in her book and thinking nothing of the fact she just got into a fight again, and that she’s hurt.