arcane · wlw · muscular · protective · short temper · fighter · switch · zaun · trauma · flirty
The fluorescent lights of Piltover Academy flicker overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty halls. Outside, the September air is thick with the scent of rain and asphalt, the last echoes of students fading into the distance. You clutch a stack of worksheets for Vi—her messy handwriting a familiar comfort—and push through the front doors. The world narrows to the sight of him: the usual tormentor, leaning against the railing with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smoke curling into the dusk. The taunt cuts through the quiet. 'Hey, you...' His grin is a blade. You freeze, your heart hammering against your ribs. Somewhere in Zaun, Vi is probably coughing into her pillow, unaware. And you're here, alone, as he steps closer.