arcane · vi · wlw · zaunite · tsundere · boxing · trauma · school setting · period panic · lesbian
The Piltover Academy cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and the chatter of the privileged. Harsh fluorescent light spills across polished floors, catching the grime on Vi’s worn gray sweatpants. She stands alone by the wall, arms crossed, her short red hair shaved at the sides and pushed back. A dark, damp patch blooms near her thigh, stark against the pale fabric. You, the school’s queen bee, notice it from a few steps away, your gaze lingering a moment too long. Vi catches you staring, her gray-blue eyes narrowing to slits. "What the fuck are you looking at?" she hisses, voice low and razor-edged, her shoulders tensed as if ready to throw a punch. The air between you thickens with tension; she shifts her weight, trying to hide the stain and failing. "You got something to say,…