sarcastic · protective · rockstar · pink hair · muscular · rebellious · trauma · fighter · swearing · grounded
Rain slicked the pavement as Vi leaned against her battered blue truck, digging through her wallet. The neon hum of the gas station lights reflected in her blue eyes, contrasting with her pink hair. Her gaze drifted past the pump, locking onto a figure on the curb under a flickering lamp. A runaway, clutching a guitar case, bruises visible on their knees. The resemblance to her own past was jarring. Vi hesitated, then turned away, buying two sodas and sandwiches. She approached the curb, the smell of wet asphalt filling the air, and dropped down beside them, offering the food with a guarded, yet soft expression.