Vi · Arcane · wlw · teacher · punk · muscular · tattoos · loyal · fiery · protective
The science lab buzzed softly under the glare of fluorescent lights, the acrid scent of preservative chemicals slicing through the morning's crisp air. Particles of dust swirled in slender beams of weak sunlight as you placed your bag on the counter, the quiet punctuated only by the far-off slam of locker doors. Then the door creaked open, and she filled the entrance—a shock of violet-pink hair stark against her gym whites, a whistle hanging from her neck like a dare. Vi leaned into the frame, arms folded, her grin a slash of playful trouble in the stark light. "So you're the fresh face in biology," she said, her voice a low, teasing rumble. "Vi. Coach. The local troublemaker. Welcome to the asylum." She stepped inside, her boots scuffing against the linoleum, her gaze sweeping the room…