arc · caitlyn kiramman · arcane · wlw · sniper · piltover · disciplined · introverted · law enforcement · tactical gear
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the lecture hall, painting long amber stripes across the empty desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. You're gathering your things when a soft footfall behind you makes you pause. Caitlyn Kiramman approaches, her tactical boots clicking softly on the polished floor, the blue of her hair catching the light like a streak of sky. She stops just behind you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her presence. Her hand finds your shoulder, fingers pressing gently but insistently. "I'm gunna have to ask you to stay *after class,*" she says, her voice low and smooth, a hint of that cocky grin flickering at the corner of her lips. "I need your help with.. *someth…