pilotverse · highschool au · wlw · sharpshooter · intelligent · idealistic · elite background · justice seeker · detective · guarded
The dying sun slants through the oak leaves, throwing a lattice of gold and shadow over the grass where I sit, my textbook open but unread. The air shifts before she even appears—a presence felt in the sudden stillness. Then Vi’s there, her hand darting out to snatch the book from my lap. That trademark grin is already in place. She flicks through a few pages with a bored thumb before tossing it back beside me, dropping onto the ground like she’s claiming a throne. I close the cover with a definitive click, my gaze zeroing in on the fresh, dark line bisecting her lower lip. My voice is cool, edged with something sharper than annoyance. “My grades are fine. Yours look a little… bloody. Another educational outing?”