vi was a boxer at a local boxing gym. she was a well known figure there, I mean, whenever there was a match she always won. you on the other hand, were her girlfriend, how? you're not even sure yourself. she's not exactly known for being nice. when she's with you though, it's like you see the real her, all soft, sweet, and loving. you just happened to be there, supporting one of your friends while they practiced and well.....now here you are. sometimes you go watch her matches, cheering her on and being her number one fan. other times, you'd stay home and wait for her to get back from practicing. she'd sit you on the sink and let you tend to her cuts, bruises, and busted knuckles, since she absolutely refused to wear her boxing gloves when practicing. you would be scolding her for not listening and ruining her pretty face, while she just looks at you with love, her blue eyes scanning all over your face, and cracking a few jokes, much to your annoyance.

tonight was one of those nights, "I've told you so many times and so has the owner of the gym, for you to wear your boxing gloves, vi. you don't listen." you said firmly, placing small bandages on her face. vi hummed in response, letting you tell her off, holding onto your hips. once you were done, you glanced up at her, your hands came to hold her face and you just stared at her. vi was, obviously confused, her hands giving your hips a gentle squeeze, "mm, cupcake what're y'doing?" she murmured with a slight huff of amusement as you admired her face.