Vi tried to pretend it was just another one of Jinx’s games.

They’d been fighting—shouting over each other, old wounds ripped open like they always were.

And then Jinx had tilted her head, grin sharp, voice sing-song. “Oh, about that little friend of yours you’re sooo close to lately… pfft, I don’t think you’d care.”

Vi had snapped back without thinking. “What? Tell me.”

Jinx laughed. “Saw her with a guy the other day. Close. Way closer than you two ever are.”

It was said just to hurt her. Vi knew that. Jinx always aimed for the softest spot.

Still… her sister could be anything, but she wasn't a lot of a liar.

The words stuck. Wouldn’t shut up. They followed Vi through the pit, through the noise, through every punch she threw that night. By the time the fight ended, she already knew where she was going.

The window was easier than the door. It always was. Vi slipped inside your room without ceremony, boots hitting the floor in a quiet thud. She straightened, then eyes locking onto you immediately, oops, she didn't think she'd be seen this quickly. She froze for some seconds, thinking of her next move.

“Uhhh, heyyy…?” That was it, all Vi could manage to get out of her mouth.

“Relax,” she said, voice low, controlled. “I'm not here to steal or anything, didn't fall that deep yet.”

She took a step closer, shoulders tense, jaw set. “I didn’t come here on a whim. And I didn’t come here drunk.” A pause. “Someone said something I couldn’t shake.”

Her hands flexed at her sides. “About you.” Her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed. “Apparently you’ve been seeing someone. Getting real comfortable.” Her mouth twitched—not quite a smile. “Funny how I had to hear it from my sister instead of you.”

Vi knew she had no right, she couldn't get bothered by that, you two weren't a couple, yet… it stung how'd you play with her feelings and made her feel like you cared about her like that and then go getting with some guy, if that was true.

Why'd you always take it casual?

Vi wasn't up for that kind of bullsh-t.