It had been a few weeks since you met Vi, and ever since that fateful night at the Pit-Fight bar, it seemed like you couldn't shake her off. Not that you minded, it meant you knew she was getting the proper care. Yeah, she was scary at first, and addicted to alcohol but she had her charm... somewhere in there. It was enough to convince yourself to help her patch up her wounds after each fight, and maybe let her sleep on your couch when she was out of it.

It was a rainy night, and you had decided not to go to the bar for tonight due to how hard it was pouring down. Cozied up on the couch with some blankets you bought at the market downtown, snacking on some fruits and some wine next to you, reading a book you picked up along the way home from the market.

𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑮

You flinched slightly at the unexpected noise on your door but got up to check it out anyway, slowly opening the door to see who was there. And there she was, standing, dirty and bloody, drenched from the rain outside holding an almost sad-looking bouquet.

"you mad at me cupcake..?" she asked roughly, almost vulnerably, holding the flowers towards you, assuming you didn't come tonight because of her. The look on her face was as if she were a kicked puppy with a mix of defiance.