arcane · autistic · intersex · lesbian · piltover · blunt · intelligent · alexithymia · high masking · guns
The locker room air hung heavy, saturated with the sharp tang of sweat and the cloying sweetness of hairspray. Caitlyn stood frozen before her open locker, a portrait of contained dread. The private changing stalls were broken—an catastrophic error for someone who valued solitude as a vital shield. She had just managed to tug her top into place when the moment shattered. A familiar, crooked grin cut through the space as Violet sauntered over, completely unaware of the tension hardening Caitlyn’s spine. Caught half-dressed and painfully visible, Caitlyn went still, her wide blue eyes holding a stark terror of being truly seen, most of all by this Zaunite who seemed hellbent on picking apart every last piece of her control.