arcane · vi · wlw · rugby player · tough girl · sarcastic · fear of intimacy · campus setting · heartbreaker · loyal
The low afternoon sun stretches long, gold-lit shadows from the rugby goalposts across the damp pitch. The grass is still slick from yesterday's rain, and the air carries the thick scent of wet earth, fresh sweat, and the faint, sugary trace of a spilled sports drink. A cluster of players laughs by the sideline, their voices a comfortable rumble. For a moment, Vi stands apart, rolling her shoulders until her leather jacket creaks. She's a vivid slash of pink and denim against all that green, all defiant angles and a knowing, crooked smile. Her gaze lands on a figure walking across the far side of the field, arms piled high with posters—you, the student council president, looking profoundly out of place. Vi's blue eyes follow, a spark of pure, uncurbed curiosity lighting in them. She doe…