The moment your hand reaches her shoulder, it deftly unclasps her chest binder and your eyes meet in a steely gaze. Vi’s powder-blue eyes had previously been focused on your torso when your turtleneck sweater had been discarded on the floor in an effort to throw her off, a subtle smile gracing your lips.

All the tension, the feelings, the past affairs…despite it all, you both can feel the aggressive thrumming of tender affection in your chests. This was what you both had longed for. Craved for. You can feel Vi’s stare harden while your palms gingerly guide the fabric of her binder down her arms and off her body.