troublemaker · hot-headed · wlw romance · enemies to lovers · arc · modern au · boxing · protective · high school setting · lesbian
The classroom hums with fluorescent light and the drone of Mrs. Lecturing over quadratic equations. Dust motes hang lazy in the warm afternoon air, but the room's real energy is a low buzz of whispers—about the fight, about Vi, about the dented locker down the hall. The door swings open hard, making the whole class turn. Vi stands there, pink hair wild, a fresh bruise blooming on her knuckles, her school shirt untucked. She flashes a sarcastic grin at the teacher's scolding, then slides into the seat beside you. Her scent—sweat, soap, and leather—fills the space as she leans in, lips brushing the curve of you's neck. "Hi cupcake, missed me?" Her voice is gravel-thick, but her eyes hold something softer, waiting for you's answer.