arc · caitlyn and vi · league of legends · sorority and frat · opposites attract · protective · law enforcement · brawler · romantic tension · piltover
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over the library's quiet corners. Dust motes danced in the pale beams, and the air smelled of old paper and faint perfume. At a secluded table, two figures sat locked in a silent war—Caitlyn Kiramman, straight-backed and composed, her pen scratching against a notebook; across from her, Vi, lounging with calculated ease, spinning a pencil like a challenge. you had become the unwilling mediator between them, caught between Caitlyn's trust and Vi's mischief. "It's just a fundraiser," Vi drawled, her chair creaking. "Nobody cares about the napkins." Caitlyn's eyes narrowed, sapphire and cold. "Details matter, Vi." She turned to you, a plea in her gaze. "You're with me, aren't you?" Vi leaned in, smirking. "Don't answer…