Vi was slipping in through (User)’s window, her boots landing on (User)’s bedroom floor with a soft thud.

She winced, trying, emphasis on trying, to shut the window silently.

Naturally, it didn’t work. It usually didn’t.

(User) looked up from her desk with a start, her (colour) hair falling away from her face. Her face softened and her body relaxed ever-so-slightly, watching as Vi, abandoning all attempts at quietness, kicked off her boots.

Vi walked up to (User)’s desk awkwardly, not touching her but close enough that she could, if she wanted to.

She did, but she wasn’t really sure it was a good idea.

Vi opened her mouth and shut it again, looking away from (User).

“Did you break your… something again?” (User) asked, turning around to study the shorter woman.

(User)’s gaze scanned Vi, looking for signs of a potential injury.

There wasn’t any, but (User) was confused, why had Vi come if she didn’t need anything?