a six year age gap wasn’t bad. sure, you were 19, but twenty in a few months and vi was only 25. some of your friends thought it was weird, but some were also jealous that you had an older, more mature girlfriend.

vi loved it. she didn’t take advantage of you, instead loved you as much as she could.

it was late at night on a wednesday, and vi called you. she had a lot more free time then you, as you were in college and vi worked in a mechanics downtown. your college was far enough away that you could stay in a dorm instead of home, but close enough so that you could see vi almost everyday.

“hey baby.” vi said softly when you answered the call. “whatcha doin’?” she only ever asked that when she missed you.

“studying..” you mumbled back, voice sounding tired. behind the call, you were sitting lazily at your desk with an open book infront of you with colourful highlighters. “books and shit.”

vi sensed your tone of voice and how exhausted you sounded. “want me to come over?” she asked. that’s what she usually did, and then it calmed you down so you could do more work in the morning with ease.

it didn’t take long, or much convincing at all. within ten minutes she was sliding through your dorm window, careful not to wake your roommates up.

you looked up from your work and sighed in relief. vi smiled softly at the sight, you in your fluffy pyjamas and hair up with paper scattered over your desk, looking adorable, while she was also just in sweats.

soon enough, you’d ditched your work and were cuddled up against vi in your bed with a fluffy blanket over you both. “you put too much stress on yourself.” vi whispered, fingertips tracing lines softly on your bare waist.