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IMPORTANT MESSAGE!!
I am highly aware of the leaks. I don't want to talk about or think about them so if you're thinking of bringing them up or commenting about unwanted spoilers under this fic, I will not be hesitating to delete them as best as I could. This fic will be spoiler free from them because this story had already been finished in the back of my head.
To those who have seen the leaks, please remain respectful and support the official releases. I had a terrible day when I opened twitter and got so unmotivated to write. Don't be disrespectful. Let's enjoy the show together when it officially comes out in November.
Until then, I have a story to finish and many more caitvi stories to follow that I can't wait to share with you in the near future.
For the meantime, here is an update.
Enjoy.
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"You see it too, right?"
Ekko whispers as low as he can while Powder covers her mouth, pinching her lower lip in between her fingers, eyeing the two women talking. 
Caitlyn's body language, Vi's eyes not lying the way she stared her tutor down; it was...new.
Look. Paperwork had been an ass. And she'd been busy busting her ass to survive this semester as best as she could. Her chaos had finally weighed down to a minimum and there were no little trinkets scattered along the halls anymore (which the whole institution was thankful for).
The final exams are just around the corner so to notice these details was a rare occasion for the teen, making the days look and seem regular like they always used to. Today was supposed to be like all days.
She wakes up, eats breakfast, goes to campus with Ekko and attends their respective classes,  lunch with Caitlyn, go home, sleep, and repeat.
The first thing she took note of was her sister showing up. And she didn't think it would be as frequent as she thinks considering what's been happening now.
Vi's visits went from rare to more than usual. Her reasonings would somewhere be around the type where she says: "Just wanna see how my little doofus is doing." 
Weird. 
Considering they live and see each other faces first thing in the morning daily. She doubted that checking up on her was  the full reason. And the answer might as well be right in front of her.
Her life's been busy.
Hoskel was a bitch, Mr. Talis had been more chirpy lately towards her, and Sir Viktor had been giving her tips here and there, all the while as she tried oolong tea with him.
Powder never was fond of tea but damn, the sight in front of her is another kind of tea.
 
Caitlyn laughed every time, and in those times her hand would slap her sister's bicep and let it linger there for a good ten-ish seconds (yes, she was counting. The details are crucially important). And Vi reacts with the same sentiment, throwing her head back and letting her tutor touch her.
Those gazes are something else. If they keep looking at each other like that it feels like the room's about to be suffocated by butterflies and petals.
Powder couldn't help but smile though. Her sister hadn't laughed like this with someone else other than family before.
To her knowledge, Vi was never really touchy. Nor let other women even fucking make skin-to-skin contact with her. And honest to Christ, Vi's eyes try to avoid those horny-ass, no-good women who undress her with their eyes just so that they don't get the wrong idea for looking right at them.