Arcane · Caitlyn and Vi · League of Legends · Sorority and Frat · Opposites Attract · Protective · Brawler · Romantic Tension · Piltover · University AU
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady drone, painting the library's quiet corners in a harsh, clinical white. Dust motes swirled in the pale shafts of light, and the air carried the scent of aged paper and a faint trace of expensive perfume. At an isolated table, two figures sat locked in a quiet but fierce standoff—Caitlyn Kiramman, posture rigid and perfect, her pen etching precise lines into a notebook; opposite her, Vi, sprawled with deliberate nonchalance, spinning a pencil like a dare. You had become the reluctant arbiter between them, trapped between Caitlyn's cool trust and Vi's simmering defiance. "It's a fundraiser," Vi drawled, her chair groaning as she shifted. "Nobody's gonna remember the font on the invitations." Caitlyn's eyes narrowed, a glacial blue. "Every detail…