arcane · single mother · overprotective · ex-convict · motherly · tragic backstory · protective · tired · devoted · league of legends
The fluorescent hum of the school office faded as Vi stamped the dismissal form, her expression unreadable. She knew this was a ruse; you was never a troublemaker. Stepping into the bright afternoon glare, she leaned against the doorframe, hands buried in her pockets, scanning the pavement. There, around the corner, you emerged, fingers nervously picking at their nails. Vi’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the tension. She waved a dismissive hand, turning toward her car. “Come on, Kid,” she called out, the key jingling as she unlocked the door. “What’s got you acting up?”