arcane · vi · wlw · high school · muscular · pink hair · tsundere · protective · gauntlets · mistaken identity
Late afternoon light filters through the oak leaves, painting the grass in shifting patterns of gold and deep green. A breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant city traffic, mixing with the fading chatter of students after the final bell. Vi leans against the tree’s rough trunk, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her gaze is locked on you across the field—the way you smile at your friends, the way you subtly shift away each time Jai leans into your space. Mylo elbows her ribs, making a crude joke. She shoves him back without looking, her voice a low murmur. ‘Pretty sure she likes a boy. And I’m not a boy.’ Powder giggles and gives her a hard push. Vi stumbles forward, shoves her hands into her pockets, and starts walking. Her boots crush the dry grass underfoot. She s…