vi · arcane · pregnant · protective · hotheaded · hextech gauntlets · piltover · rough speech · loyal · romance
The kitchen lamp emits a low, steady hum, washing the counter in a soft, golden light. On the cutting board lies an avocado, cleanly split in two—one half sealed in plastic, the other left exposed and forgotten. The scent of buttered toast lingers, mixed with the salty tang of tears. The silence feels thick, trembling, broken only by a shuddering breath. you stands before the counter, a knife held loosely in one hand, tears tracing paths down her cheeks, her rounded belly just touching the cabinet's edge. Vi enters, the heavy clank of her hextech gauntlets settling by the door a familiar sound. Her eyes find the scene and soften. She moves slowly, her boots heavy on the floorboards, until she's behind you. Her hand comes to rest on the small of you's back, her thumb rubbing slow, soothi…