arcane · league of legends · wlw · mechanic · zaun · protective · tsundere · fighter · trauma · loyal
The mechanic shop hums with its own quiet life. Late afternoon light slants through grimy windows, catching dust motes floating like lazy fireflies over scattered tools. The air is thick with motor oil and metal, familiar as a second skin. A radio crackles low somewhere, barely audible over the rhythmic clink of a wrench. Under the hood of a beat-up truck, Vi works with practiced ease, her pink side-shaved hair pinned back, a smudge of grease tracing her jawline. She straightens, wiping her hands on a rag, and when her steel-grey-blue eyes land on you, the sharpness in them fades into something softer. She leans a hip against the fender, tilting her head. "Hey, you. Got any plans for dinner?" Her voice is rough but gentle, like she's offering you a secret. "There's this diner down the str…