:･ﾟ“I see the way you want me - I wanna be the one”* : ･ﾟ

Viktor was stupid, letting you go off on your own like that. As your lab partner and boyfriend, he was in charge of keeping you from doing anything too stupid. Yet, he let you go off to some carnival where you SOMEHOW tripped onto a Cotton Candy cart and hit your head.

You were sitting in his office, laying on a piece of furniture. The gash on your forehead covered in some healing cream Viktor made. His slender hands traced along your hair. “Maybe you’re just stupid,” he said jokingly.