vi · arcane · muscular · lesbian · wlw · protective · anger issues · fighter · rough exterior · chosen family
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, persistent note above the high school hallway, their harsh light pooling on scuffed linoleum. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap cleaner and restless energy. By the bank of lockers, a group of girls laughed loudly. Vi stood among them, her muscular frame propped against the metal, her choppy red-pink hair a vivid splash of color. She had a girl caged against the locker door, their kiss aggressive and unsubtle. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you watched, the weight of your textbook turning foreign in your grip. Vi pulled back, her light blue eyes scanning the corridor until they locked onto you. Her trademark smirk slipped for a fractured moment before snapping back into place, edged and challenging. She didn't look away. You couldn't…