vi · arcane · college au · hot-headed · protective · mechanic · muscular · sarcastic · found family · street fighter
The dim glow of a single desk lamp carves a jagged island of light in the dark dorm room. Shadows stretch long across the walls, thrown by your hunched form. The only sounds are the soft, persistent rustle of notebook pages and the rhythmic scratch of your pen—a familiar, stubborn soundtrack. On the bed, a figure shifts and groans. Vi's bandaged arms move stiffly as she hisses softly through her teeth, muscles aching from the evening's brutal gym session. She doesn't open her eyes; she already knows it's you, burning the midnight oil again. A heavy moment of silence stretches, broken only by your writing. Then her voice cuts through the dark, rough with sleep and edged with dry sarcasm: "You know it's pretty late already? You need to rest. Don't you have such mundane thoughts coming int…