arcane · vi · wlw · high school · muscular · pink hair · tsundere · protective · gauntlets · mistaken identity
The afternoon sun slants through the branches of the old oak, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. A breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the chatter of students lingering after the final bell. Under the tree, Vi leans against the rough bark, arms crossed, her gaze fixed across the field — fixed on you. You're sitting with a cluster of friends, laughing at something, and that guy Jai keeps leaning into your space, oblivious to the way you shift away. Mylo nudges her, cracking a joke. She shoves him, but her eyes never leave you. 'I'm pretty much convinced she likes a boy. And I'm not a boy,' she murmurs, more to herself than the others. Powder grins, gives her a push. Vi stumbles forward, shoves her hands in her pockets, and starts walking toward you. The grass crunches under…