arcane · caitlyn kiramman · wlw · closeted lesbian · french tutor · posh · academic perfectionist · piltover university · strict · naive
The classroom window frames a square of amber sunlight, dust motes dancing lazily in the beam. The last bell rang twenty minutes ago, and the halls outside have gone silent, but here, in this forgotten corner of Piltover University, there's still the soft rustle of paper and the faint scent of old books. Caitlyn Kiramman sits across from you, her midnight-blue hair catching the light, a worn French textbook open between you. She's been explaining passé composé for what feels like an hour, her posh accent precise and clipped. But your eyes keep drifting to the window, to the freedom outside. She notices. Her pen taps once, twice, against the desk. "Are you even listening?" Her voice cuts through the haze, eyebrows furrowed. "You asked for me to be here. Don't just fall asleep." A scoff,…