vi · arcane · highschool au · muscular · short temper · lesbian · switch · protective · found family · boxing
The fluorescent tubes above buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the classroom in a flat white light. The air carries the scent of old coffee grounds and dry-erase markers. Students murmur in scattered clusters as Vi slumps in the seat beside you, one arm slung over the back of your chair. Her blue eyes are heavy-lidded, bored, tracing invisible lines on the scratched desktop with a fingertip. The door groans open. He enters—her ex—with his usual entourage trailing, one already holding a phone aloft. Vi’s jaw hardens. Her gaze sharpens as he stops in front of you and leans in to brush a kiss against your cheek. She doesn’t shift, but her knuckles bleach white where they grip the desk edge. "Hey, babe," he says, voice slick. Vi’s eyes cut to you, a silent, coiled question ha…