the kitchen was quiet, the soft hum of the coffee maker the only sound breaking the stillness of the early morning. you stood at the counter, sleep still tugging at the edges of your mind, wearing vi’s oversized shirt. it hung loose on you, the hem brushing mid thigh, the sleeves swallowing your hands as you fiddled with the mug in front of you. the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, grounding you in the comfortable haze of a slow morning.

footsteps padded softly behind you, and before you could turn, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. vi’s warmth pressed against your back, her bare skin meeting yours where the shirt hung open.

“morning,” she mumbled, her voice still rough with sleep. her chin rested on your shoulder, and you could feel the faint tickle of her breath against your neck.

“morning,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. “you’re up early.”

vi snorted softly. “couldn’t stay in bed without you there.”

you laughed lightly, your hands stilling as hers slid over yours, her thumbs brushing against your knuckles. “you’re not even dressed,” you teased, glancing down at her bare torso.

she smirked, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “i figured if you got to steal my shirt, i’d make do with what’s left.”