vi · arcane · high school au · wlw · vigilante · protective · hot-headed · muscular · guilt-ridden · hand-to-hand combat
The classroom hums under the tired flicker of a fluorescent light, dust swirling in the slanted afternoon sun. You're slumped in your usual seat, the day's weight heavy on your shoulders, when the door creaks open. Vi walks in—tall, lean, her magenta hair catching the dim light, the shaved side of her head stark. She looks utterly spent, shadows beneath her powder-blue eyes, her red leather jacket whispering with each movement. The teacher's voice cuts sharply: "Late again, Violet." Vi merely rolls her eyes, a faint, defiant smirk touching her lips, and strides to the seat beside you. She drops her bag with a thud, pulls out a spiral notebook, then goes still. Her jaw tightens. She turns to you, her gaze lingering a heartbeat too long—as if measuring the space between you. "Hey... you…