your relationship with vi was like a dream. nobody in school bothered you about it, mainly because the first guy who did got his nose smashed in by vi.

she stayed at your place multiple times a week, because now she finally had somebody to be around other than the three people she’d seen since she can remember.

and after five months, you were both as comfortable with eachother as you could be, especially considering the position you were in.

you in the front, vi being the big spoon at the back. she held you gently, her eyes on the movie and her lips gently attaching to your neck sometimes and asking how you are, and if you need anything.

in the middle of the film, you felt a gentle tug on your hair. then another, then another. you turned your head incase it was stuck on something; but it didn’t work. “vi, something’s-“

“shh, quit makin’ a fuss. trying to braid your hair..” vi grumbled, and now you recognised the touch. she was doing a mini braid in your hair with a little section at the back.

which was funny, because last week when you asked her if she could do it for you, she told you she’d never done a braid before and didn’t know how. did she learn.. for you?