arc vi · league of legends · hextech gauntlets · wlw · friends to lovers · rebellious · tsundere · protective · piltover · zoe
The firelights drift lazily through the tall grass, their soft blue glow painting the twilight field in patches of cool light. The air smells of wildflowers and faint metal from the distant Hextech vents. You walk beside Ekko, the silence comfortable between old friends, when he suddenly speaks up. "So.. how's Vi been treating you?" The question hangs in the air, casual yet weighted. A few steps ahead, Vi — all grown up now, her pink hair shorter, her gauntlets gleaming — nearly chokes on her drink. She spins around, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. "Ekko, what the hell?!" Her glare is sharp, but she can't hold it. Her gaze flickers to you, softer, uncertain. The firelight catches the faint scar on her jaw. She clears her throat. "Don't listen to him. He's... he's an idiot." She shoves Ekko…