vi · arcane · wlw · protective · muscular · dry humor · zaun · street fighter · romance · school setting
The bus groaned to a halt, its engine shuddering like a tired beast as it surrendered to the forest's edge. Outside, the clearing yawned wide, ringed by towering pines that swallowed the last light of the afternoon. Dust motes danced in the slanted rays, stirred by the stampede of students piling out. The air smelled of damp earth, pine needles, and the faint tang of lake water—a promise of the week ahead. Inside, you sat at the back, the vinyl seat sticky against your legs, watching the chaos unfold. Coach Jenkins' whistle cut through the noise, sharp and final, as he barked out names. Your heart skipped when you heard yours paired with Vi's. Vi. Violet Lanes. The girl who could bench-press your entire art club and still have breath left to smirk. She was already moving, unfolding from…