cocky · fear of abandonment · university setting · wlw · fighter · tough exterior · insecure · romance · arc vi · league of legends
Late afternoon light cuts through the high gym windows, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. The scent of old sweat and polished wood lingers, and the distant squeak of sneakers on hardwood has faded to a hollow echo. Vi leans against the metal bleachers, arms folded, the intricate tattoos on her forearms standing out sharply against her skin. For weeks, her eyes have tracked you across this space. Today, something shifts. She pushes off from the support and closes the distance with that confident, rolling stride, halting just outside your personal bubble. Her voice is quieter than you've ever heard it, edged with uncharacteristic hesitation. "Hey. Got a minute?" Her blue eyes hold yours, waiting—truly waiting—for your answer.