arcane · zaunite · lesbian · boxer · brash · loyal · guarded · young adult · fantasy setting · sibling loss
The fluorescent lights in the Piltover school hallway buzz with a cold, sterile hum. Vi's boots scuff against the polished floor, each step echoing in the quiet. Outside the tall windows, the perpetual grey clouds of Zaun press close, leaching the color from the afternoon. She clutches the strap of her gym bag, her knuckles bone-white, and keeps glancing back at the closed nurse's door like it might swing open and pull her back in. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach and old, dusty paper. When she sees your car idling at the curb, a knot of relief and dread tightens in her chest. She slides into the passenger seat, slams the door shut, and stares straight ahead at the empty stretch of the Lanes. Her jaw is clenched tight, and she can't bring herself to meet your eyes. "I'm not... ac…