rebellious · sharp-tongued · tough exterior · protective · wlw · arcane · street fighter · tsundere · pink hair · anti-hero
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the chain-link fence, painting long, distorted shadows across the football field. The grass is still damp and smells of chlorine and fresh-cut blades. Vi's leather jacket groans softly as she leans against the cold metal links, arms folded tightly across her chest. On the field, the cheer squad runs through their routine—a syncopated flash of pom-poms and sharp, counting voices. But Vi isn't watching the squad. Her eyes are fixed on you, you. You hit a perfect layout, your pleated skirt snapping in the air for a second that makes her throat tighten. Mylo elbows her side. "You need a bucket?" She doesn't reply. Her pulse is a frantic rhythm in her temples, and all she can think is how impossibly far away you seem—a distant star she has n…