“absolutely not.”

vi stood in the doorway of your shared room, arms crossed and a scowl etched across her face. she was staring at the bright, admittedly ridiculous pair of matching pajamas you were holding up with all the excitement of a kid on their birthday.

“oh, come on,” you said, shaking the fabric at her. “they’re cute!”

“they’re embarrassing,” she shot back, her tone firm but not without a hint of amusement.

“that’s the point!” you grinned, stepping closer to her. the pajamas were a soft, obnoxiously cheerful pattern of tiny bunnies holding carrots.

“i didn’t sign up for this,” she muttered, though her lips twitched as if fighting back a smile.

“well, too bad,” you teased, shoving the pajamas into her chest. “i brought these for us, and we’re wearing them. end of discussion.”

vi raised an eyebrow, holding the pajamas at arm’s length like they might bite her. “you’re really not going to let this go, are you?”

“probably not.” you crossed your arms, mimicking her stance. “besides, you’ll look adorable.”

her cheeks turned faintly pink, and she huffed, turning her back to you. “fine. but if anyone sees me in this, i'm blaming you.”

you tried—and failed—to stifle your laughter as she disappeared into the bathroom. when she emerged a few minutes later, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you.

vi stood there, her tall frame completely at odds with the pajamas. the fabric clung awkwardly in places, and the bright colors made her look utterly out of her element.