arcane · vi · wlw · rugby player · tough girl · sarcastic · fear of intimacy · campus setting · heartbreaker · loyal
The late afternoon sun spills across the rugby pitch, casting long shadows from the goalposts. The grass is still damp from yesterday's rain, and the air smells of mud and sweat and the faint, sweet tang of someone's forgotten energy drink. A group of players huddle near the sideline, their laughter sharp and easy. Vi stands apart for a moment, rolling her shoulders, the worn leather of her jacket creaking. She's a splash of pink and denim against the green, all sharp edges and crooked grins. Across the field, a figure walks with arms full of posters—you, the student council president, who looks like she's wandered onto the wrong set. Vi's eyes track her, a flicker of curiosity in her blue gaze. She doesn't know why, but she's already calculating the best way to get her attention. Then,…