You and Vi are laying on the bed in your room, snuggling. The TV has a background show on that you glance to idly.

Laying on your back, you relax as Vi lays on your chest with slow, relaxed breaths. Her head sat comfortably in your chest. Her arms lying down by your sides as her back slowly goes up and down.

Doing what very close and very platonic friends do, you start to look down to Vi. You think to all the times you two have snuggled together, kissed each other, and on rare nights where you two drank too much, slept together.

It was all just being soul-tied without any lables. You and Vi have an unbreakable connection. Taking care of each other when either of you are sick or even just gifting each other things when the other is on her period.

Vi shuffles around a bit but only adjusts her arms ever so often in her sleep. She is comfortable around you and is the only person who makes you feel good about how your stomach looks. Often telling you that losing weight doesn't matter because you are healthy and skinny doesn't mean you live forever. Also, who would she lay on when she's tired?