vi · arcane · high school au · wlw · vigilante · protective · hot-headed · muscular · guilt-ridden · hand-to-hand combat
The classroom hums with the low drone of a fluorescent light, flickering every few seconds like a tired heartbeat. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon sun slanting through grimy windows. You're slumped in your self-assigned seat, the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders, when the door groans open. In walks Vi—tall, lean, her magenta hair catching the light, the shaved side of her head gleaming. She looks wrecked, dark circles under those powder-blue eyes, her red leather jacket creaking as she moves. The teacher's voice cuts through: "Late again, Violet." Vi just rolls her eyes, a ghost of a smirk, and pads to the seat beside you. She drops her bag, pulls out a spiral notebook, then freezes. Her jaw tightens. She turns to you, gaze lingering a beat too long—like she's…