vi · arcane · highschool au · muscular · short temper · lesbian · switch · protective · found family · boxing
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smells like stale coffee and chalk dust, and the low murmur of students fills the space. Vi slouches in her seat beside you, one arm draped over the back of their chair, her blue eyes half-lidded with boredom. Her short pink hair is slightly disheveled, and she traces a lazy pattern on the desk with her finger. The door creaks open, and he walks in—her ex, with his crew trailing behind, one of them already pulling out a phone. Vi's jaw tightens, her gaze sharpening as he stops in front of you and leans down to kiss their cheek. She doesn't move, but her knuckles whiten against the desk. "Hey, babe," he says. Vi's eyes flick to you, a silent question hanging in the charged air.