summary: short drabble where reader comforts an insecure Vi
note: fem!reader, modern au, vi & reader live in a dingy apartment, fluff, reader comforts vi, grammar inaccuracies, not proofread, pretty short.
The cheap digital clock not far from you flashed the numbers 00:35 when you heard the familiar sound of footsteps against floorboards began to mesh with the downpour of rain - and almost immediately you knew the source.
So, you stay still, peering ahead from the floral sheets that were tucked up to your chin as you listened out for more soft steps.
You didn’t know why she still did this; still acted like you had no clue she had been out; like you didn’t smell the sweat mixed with dried blood nor see hints of her hair , strands plucked from labour and still raging pink in the dark, as she walked through your small apartment.
It was probably a weak attempt to make herself feel a little better about the fact that she ‘dragged you into all of this’..as she’s said, not that you were much of a floating angel before she came along - judging the fact that you met in the first place because your drunken self couldn’t help but choose her shoulder to cry on - although she never focuses on that.
Anyway, regardless of it all, a part of you still couldn’t understand why she’d even tried anymore. Countless times you’ve seen her broken down and beaten beyond repair with bruises to prove it - and thats aside from everything going on inside her head - Yet she still tries to make a effort in pretending like you just haven’t, that is until shes right infront of you and your worried face.
The little lamp by your bed catches a grasp of her figure as she moves to hang her coat up, not that it did much as clumps of rain now sat inbetween her pink strands, tangling it further.
The sight might have filled you with joy months ago, when times were better . Not that they were ever great with Vi, i mean, you can admit that you was never really around to see that side of her and even during the first moment you were together you could tell she wasn’t the happiest she had ever been in a while, but times were definitely better than now. Now this sight of her only made a shallow feeling swell inside you.
You continue to wait, patiently, watching her sweat sodden form slip, or moreso tug off her boots with a grunt , leaving her in just a grey tanktop and jeans. For a second she doesn’t move, just takes a moment to herself, looking up with a huff asif she just knew that you were awake and very much waiting for her.
And after a beat or two she doesn’t move, still as quiet and as casual as she could appear to be, but also expectant. She doesnt say a word as she steps into the bedroom, immediately heading to the small bathroom connected to it like you were sleeping.
That makes you speak. You shuffle, resting against one propped up elbow as you hum a small “Vi.”
Once more, a deep huff slips from her lip, which was still healing from being damn well busted last week.
She doesnt turn around yet, instead continuing into the bathroom and just leaving the door open so you could see her. “Your not sleeping?,” Vi hums, voice drenched in exhaustion as she turns on the tap.
Silence passes once more, neither awkward nor comfortable. The only noise being the squeaking of pipes as water started to rysh out of the tap, gathering in the pink haired girls calloused palms.
The sight makes you slump a little, you look away. “well, how was it?”
Vi hisses softly as she dumps the cold water onto her face, letting it trickle inbetween cuts , new and old, that were plastered across her jawline and cheek.
“The boxing thing you had”
As if on cue silence came into play again. You hated it. Nethertheless, you let her have her moment of leace, dragging the quiet out for few more beats before climbing out of bed, untangling the sheets from your legs, and not bothering to take note of her cringing from the bathroom mirror “I’ll get the first aid kit—“
“No, you don’t need to-,” Vi huffed, clasping then unclasping a hand, “Just, just go to sleep baby.”
That made you stop. You pause once more, simply watching her tense form before moving again, this time slower.
“Vi, it’s fine, i’ve seen it before, a couple cuts aren’t going to freak me out”
“No-,” Vi’s brows furrow as she quickly grabs a towel, blotting it over her features, “I know that but i don’t want you to help me right now, okay? , just go to bed”
You scoff this time, patience growing a little thin, “Well why?”
“Because you shouldn’t need to be doing this shit, and i don’t want you to either, i’ve said that.”
Her words were quicjly swallowed by the sound of rain thundering against the window seals afterwards.
Your frown deepens, her words only making you head towards the badly lit bathroom, “Well..it’s not like we have a choice, right”
Vi only turns off the tap with a sigh in response, the look in her eyes making it clear that she latched onto that fact.
A part of you felt bad, after all it wasn’t like she was taking these boxing gigs for the fun of it- maybe it helped her deal with the inner turmoil that marred her mind but it was also undeniably for the money.
“Hey,” dimming your voice down to a soft mutter, you take a few steps deeper into the bathroom until your hands could rest around the pink-haired girls waist, and your chin could settle on her shoulder, “why’re you thinking like that, hm?, i wanna help you , i dont care if i should have to or not”
She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t even look at you, but you know it’s not because she hates you. Shes just trying to come to terms with herself.
Once again, you let her, pressing a soft kiss on her scarred jaw before pulling away, “i’ll get the first aid kit,” you repeat, softer.
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