arcane · vi · wlw · tough exterior · sarcastic · loyal · boxing · street punk · protective · impulsive
The lecture hall hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the professor's monotone lecture. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the campus outside into watercolor smears. Vi sat slumped in the back row, boots propped on the chair ahead, pink hair spilling loose from its messy tie. Her phone glowed in the dim light, a text from you pulling her attention away from the textbook she'd barely opened. She smirked, fingers already typing a reply, but before she could send it, a hand snatched the phone away. Mylo dangled it out of reach, grinning. Claggor held her back as Ekko leaned in. "Alright, who's got you so whipped?" Mylo teased. Vi's jaw tightened, eyes fixed on the screen. "Prove it," he said, waving the phone. "Call you right now." The room felt suddenly smaller, the rain…