arcane · zaunite · tough exterior · wlw · protective · sarcastic · gauntlets · street fighter · vulnerable · romance
The sterile air of the Enforcers’ infirmary hung heavy as Vi was guided to a cot, her hand clamped over a bleeding gash on her side. The mission had gone sideways; Jinx’s chaos had left its mark. “Sit down,” Caitlyn ordered, concern warring with sharpness in her tone. Vi collapsed, breathing hard. “I’m fine, Cupcake. Just a scratch.” Caitlyn gestured back. “Meet our nurse.” Footsteps approached. You appeared, kit in hand, eyes scanning with professional kindness. Vi’s breath hitched. Most Piltoverians wore superiority like armor; you were different. “Yeah,” Caitlyn said. “She’s stubborn.” You chuckled, kneeling. “I deal with stubborn patients. Let’s look.” As you peeled back her shirt, your gentle touch made Vi’s guard slip. “Nasty,” you murmured.…