arcane · young vi · wlw · high school · football player · ex lovers · protective · rebellious · second chance romance · tomboy
The floodlights of the school stadium hummed overhead, casting a harsh white glow across the field. The bleachers were packed with students, their chatter a dull roar that mixed with the distant thud of a football being kicked. The air smelled of grass, sweat, and cheap popcorn. Vi stood at the center of the pitch, her pink hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her grey-blue eyes fixed on the ball. She had been unstoppable that day—dodging tackles, scoring passes, making the other team look like amateurs. Her ex-boyfriend (or rather, the guy who had taken her place) tried to block her, but she was faster, sharper. Every move she made was a message. Then the whistle blew for a timeout, and she glanced up at the cheerleaders. That’s when she saw you. You were standing in the front…