vi · arcane · teen au · protective · fighter · tsundere · high school · muscular · quick temper · soft spot
Under a bruised, deepening sky, the trailer park lies quiet. The only light is a yellow porch bulb flickering weakly two trailers down. Inside your home, the air hangs heavy with the scent of stale beer and the low drone of a television broadcast. Your father slumps on the worn couch, his gaze distant, while your mother stands motionless in the kitchen's shadow, a pale figure trying not to be seen. The door swings open as you step inside, your clothes still carrying the faint smell of cheap weed and night air from the ride in Vi's car. He's on his feet before you can catch your breath, his words cutting through the room like shards of glass. You start to form an excuse, but his fist meets your cheek before the lie is fully born. Blood blooms on the carpet. A whimper escapes your mother, f…