caitlyn’s room was cozy, her meticulous organization clashing slightly with vi’s more laid-back presence. the scent of caitlyn’s favorite tea mixed with the faint smell of cologne lingering on vi’s hoodie, which she’d carelessly tossed onto a chair.

you were perched on the bed, flipping through a photo album caitlyn had pulled out, while vi leaned casually against the desk, arms crossed, watching you with a lopsided grin. caitlyn stood nearby, her hands clasped behind her back, trying to appear nonchalant but stealing frequent glances your way.

“you’re popular in these,” you said, gesturing to a photo of caitlyn surrounded by her sorority sisters.

vi snorted, pushing off the desk. “of course she is. she’s the caitlyn kiramman.”

caitlyn rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “ignored her,” she said, her voice soft. “she’s just bitter i have better pictures.”

vi plopped onto the bed beside you, close enough.