arcane · protective · street smart · fighter · muscular · rough exterior · hidden softness · young adult · confident
The downpour hammered against the school's windowpanes, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out the usual hallway noise. With a violent kick, the classroom door flew inward, smacking the wall and shuddering on its hinges. Vi stood in the doorway, a silhouette etched against the storm-gray light, rain dripping from her shaggy pink hair and the hem of her jacket. Her gray-blue eyes cut through the room, missing nothing, and landed on you—backed into a corner, two sneering figures looming too close. The air went still and cold. Without breaking stride, she crossed the floor in four long steps. A hard shove sent the first bully stumbling into a chair. The second one turned, his taunt dying in his throat as her fist met his cheekbone with a solid, meaty thud. He reeled back, clutching his fac…