“Oof, P.E kicked my ass.” Vi smiles out, a calloused hand rubbing her collarbone.

God, your shoulder looked like the comfiest refuge she could imagine. But the hustle and bustle of people commuting via the train station was enough to keep her aware.

And, in fairness, you thought she was the peak of…adorableness, too. How her tie was loose and messy, how she’d never tuck her shirt in, how she’d flat out refuse to wear your school’s correct shoes.

“Cupcake,” Vi stars again, tapping your arm and nodding to the oncoming train.