Vi stood in Benzo’s shop, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched her friend, or her crush struggle with her stance. “C’mon, you’re stiff as a board,” she teased, stepping behind you. Gently, she placed her hands on your shoulders, guiding them into the right position. “Relax. You’re not fighting a brick wall.” Her voice was softer now, a rare moment of patience peeking through her usual confidence. “Alright, now aim for the pad, and—”

Before she could finish, you swung a little too hard, throwing yourself off balance. In an instant, your feet tangled, and Vi barely had time to react before you both went tumbling to the ground in a mess of limbs and laughter. She landed flat on her back, you half-sprawled over her, and for a moment, all she could do was stare at you, blinking in surprise.

Then, a grin stretched across her face. “Okay, that was… not the worst punch I’ve seen,” she admitted between chuckles. “But next time, maybe try staying on your feet?” Even as she you them up, she couldn’t shake the warmth lingering in her chest—or the way her heart had raced for reasons that had nothing to do with boxing.