Boxing Gloves & Blue Notes
⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️: F/F romance, roommates-to-lovers, mutual pining, college AU, flirting, and emotional intimacy.
Ship: Vi x Caitlyn Kiramman
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Vi knew who Caitlyn Kiramman was before she ever met her.
That was hard to avoid when the Kiramman name was plastered across half the campus.
Kiramman Research Center.
Kiramman Scholarship Foundation.
By the time Vi finally found her dorm building, she’d passed enough signs to wonder if the family secretly owned the university.
Which was exactly why she wasn’t thrilled when she checked her housing assignment and found herself paired with one of them.
Her flip phone buzzed as she hauled her duffel bag up the stairs.
Powder: don’t punch ur roommate
Room 312 sat at the end of the hallway.
The door was already cracked open.
Vi pushed it wider with her shoulder and stepped inside.
The first thing she noticed was that somebody had already unpacked.
The second thing she noticed was that her roommate was ridiculously attractive.
Tall. Dark-haired. Well-dressed.
Annoyingly well-dressed for move-in day.
Caitlyn Kiramman looked up from the closet and froze.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Caitlyn straightened.
Vi dropped her duffel onto the empty bed.
“…Good afternoon to you too.”
Vi couldn’t help laughing.
At least the rich girl had a sense of humor.
“I took the left side,” Caitlyn continued. “I hope that’s alright.”
Vi flopped onto the mattress.
The springs immediately groaned in protest.
“I think that’s sarcasm.”
The corner of Caitlyn’s mouth twitched.
Maybe she wasn’t as uptight as she’d looked.
Vi dug through her bag until she found her CD player and slid in a burned mix.
A few seconds later, Green Day filled the room.
Not loud enough to start a fight.
Just loud enough to make a statement.
Behind her, Caitlyn continued unpacking.
Vi watched her for a moment.
Who brought a blazer to college move-in?
Who ironed their clothes before classes even started?
Who looked that put together standing in a dorm room with peeling paint and suspicious carpet?
Unfortunately, all three answers appeared to be Caitlyn Kiramman.
Caitlyn glanced over her shoulder.
Vi immediately looked away.
“I was judging your wardrobe.”
The fact that Caitlyn was clearly trying not to smile was irritating.
The fact that Vi noticed was worse.
Living together turned out to be surprisingly easy.
Not because they had anything in common.
Vi left clothes wherever they landed.
Caitlyn folded everything.
Vi survived on vending machine snacks and cafeteria pizza.
Caitlyn somehow remembered to buy actual groceries.
Vi listened to Green Day.
Vi listened to My Chemical Romance.
Vi listened to The Killers.
“Do you ever do anything besides read?” Vi asked one night.
Without looking up from her textbook, Caitlyn replied, “Do you ever do anything besides make noise?”
“That still falls under making noise.”
By October, they were spending most evenings together without really planning to.
Sometimes Vi would sprawl across her bed after practice while Caitlyn worked at her desk.
Sometimes Caitlyn would read sections of her essays out loud just to hear Vi complain about them.
Somewhere along the way, sharing a room stopped feeling strange.
It started feeling normal.
One evening, Vi stumbled back from boxing practice exhausted.
She wanted a shower and ten hours of sleep.
Instead she opened the door and found Caitlyn buried beneath a mountain of textbooks.
Color-coded notes covered nearly every available surface.
Vi stopped in the doorway.
“What kind of serial killer organization system is this?”
“No, it’s called being frighteningly prepared.”
Vi dropped into her chair with a groan.
“You know, normal people just panic the night before.”
“Maybe that’s why your grades are concerning.”
“The judgmental rich girl.”
A laugh escaped Caitlyn before she could stop it.
The sound caught Vi completely off guard.
For a second, she forgot what she’d been about to say.
Because it was just Caitlyn.
Just the girl whose smile she had started looking for every time she walked into the room.
The dorm hosted a party a few weeks later.
Vi wasn’t particularly interested until she spotted Caitlyn standing awkwardly near the snack table.
Some guy was talking at her.
And judging by Caitlyn’s increasingly strained smile, she agreed.
Without thinking too hard about it, she slung an arm around Caitlyn’s shoulders.
The guy immediately backed off.
Vi felt an unreasonable amount of satisfaction.
“Cupcake?” Caitlyn asked once they were alone.
“It absolutely does not.”
The smile she was trying to hide ruined the effect.
They ended up escaping to the stairwell.
The music thumped faintly through the walls while they shared a bag of chips and a couple stolen sodas.
“You know,” Caitlyn said eventually, “when I first met you, I thought you were going to hate me.”
Caitlyn nudged her shoulder.
At the soft curve of her smile.
At the way the fluorescent lights caught in her dark hair.
At the familiar warmth that settled in her chest whenever Caitlyn was near.
And suddenly the answer felt a little dangerous.
“Now,” Vi said, “I think you’re alright.”
Bright enough to make Vi’s stomach flip.
Which seemed unfair, honestly.
Because Caitlyn had no business looking at her like that.
And Vi definitely had no business wanting her to.
But neither of them looked away.
Not for a very long time.
---------------------------------------------------
Vi knew who Caitlyn Kiramman was before she ever met her.
That was hard to avoid when the Kiramman name was plastered across half the campus.
Kiramman Research Center.
Kiramman Scholarship Foundation.
By the time Vi finally found her dorm building, she’d passed enough signs to wonder if the family secretly owned the university.
Which was exactly why she wasn’t thrilled when she checked her housing assignment and found herself paired with one of them.
Her flip phone buzzed as she hauled her duffel bag up the stairs.
Powder: don’t punch ur roommate
Room 312 sat at the end of the hallway.
The door was already cracked open.
Vi pushed it wider with her shoulder and stepped inside.
The first thing she noticed was that somebody had already unpacked.
The second thing she noticed was that her roommate was ridiculously attractive.
Tall. Dark-haired. Well-dressed.
Annoyingly well-dressed for move-in day.
Caitlyn Kiramman looked up from the closet and froze.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Caitlyn straightened.
Vi dropped her duffel onto the empty bed.
“…Good afternoon to you too.”
Vi couldn’t help laughing.
At least the rich girl had a sense of humor.
“I took the left side,” Caitlyn continued. “I hope that’s alright.”
Vi flopped onto the mattress.
The springs immediately groaned in protest.
“I think that’s sarcasm.”
The corner of Caitlyn’s mouth twitched.
Maybe she wasn’t as uptight as she’d looked.
Vi dug through her bag until she found her CD player and slid in a burned mix.
A few seconds later, Green Day filled the room.
Not loud enough to start a fight.
Just loud enough to make a statement.
Behind her, Caitlyn continued unpacking.
Vi watched her for a moment.
Who brought a blazer to college move-in?
Who ironed their clothes before classes even started?
Who looked that put together standing in a dorm room with peeling paint and suspicious carpet?
Unfortunately, all three answers appeared to be Caitlyn Kiramman.
Caitlyn glanced over her shoulder.
Vi immediately looked away.
“I was judging your wardrobe.”
The fact that Caitlyn was clearly trying not to smile was irritating.
The fact that Vi noticed was worse.
Living together turned out to be surprisingly easy.
Not because they had anything in common.
Vi left clothes wherever they landed.
Caitlyn folded everything.
Vi survived on vending machine snacks and cafeteria pizza.
Caitlyn somehow remembered to buy actual groceries.
Vi listened to Green Day.
Vi listened to My Chemical Romance.
Vi listened to The Killers.
“Do you ever do anything besides read?” Vi asked one night.
Without looking up from her textbook, Caitlyn replied, “Do you ever do anything besides make noise?”
“That still falls under making noise.”
By October, they were spending most evenings together without really planning to.
Sometimes Vi would sprawl across her bed after practice while Caitlyn worked at her desk.
Sometimes Caitlyn would read sections of her essays out loud just to hear Vi complain about them.
Somewhere along the way, sharing a room stopped feeling strange.
It started feeling normal.
One evening, Vi stumbled back from boxing practice exhausted.
She wanted a shower and ten hours of sleep.
Instead she opened the door and found Caitlyn buried beneath a mountain of textbooks.
Color-coded notes covered nearly every available surface.
Vi stopped in the doorway.
“What kind of serial killer organization system is this?”
“No, it’s called being frighteningly prepared.”
Vi dropped into her chair with a groan.
“You know, normal people just panic the night before.”
“Maybe that’s why your grades are concerning.”
“The judgmental rich girl.”
A laugh escaped Caitlyn before she could stop it.
The sound caught Vi completely off guard.
For a second, she forgot what she’d been about to say.
Because it was just Caitlyn.
Just the girl whose smile she had started looking for every time she walked into the room.
The dorm hosted a party a few weeks later.
Vi wasn’t particularly interested until she spotted Caitlyn standing awkwardly near the snack table.
Some guy was talking at her.
And judging by Caitlyn’s increasingly strained smile, she agreed.
Without thinking too hard about it, she slung an arm around Caitlyn’s shoulders.
The guy immediately backed off.
Vi felt an unreasonable amount of satisfaction.
“Cupcake?” Caitlyn asked once they were alone.
“It absolutely does not.”
The smile she was trying to hide ruined the effect.
They ended up escaping to the stairwell.
The music thumped faintly through the walls while they shared a bag of chips and a couple stolen sodas.
“You know,” Caitlyn said eventually, “when I first met you, I thought you were going to hate me.”
Caitlyn nudged her shoulder.
At the soft curve of her smile.
At the way the fluorescent lights caught in her dark hair.
At the familiar warmth that settled in her chest whenever Caitlyn was near.
And suddenly the answer felt a little dangerous.
“Now,” Vi said, “I think you’re alright.”
Bright enough to make Vi’s stomach flip.
Which seemed unfair, honestly.
Because Caitlyn had no business looking at her like that.
And Vi definitely had no business wanting her to.
But neither of them looked away.
Not for a very long time.
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