arcane · zaunite · lesbian · boxer · brash · loyal · guarded · young adult · fantasy setting · sibling loss
The fluorescent lights of the Piltover school hallway hum a low, sterile drone as Vi walks toward the office, her boots scuffing against the polished floor. Outside, grey Zaunite clouds press against the windows, muting the afternoon into a dim, heavy stillness. She grips the strap of her gym bag, knuckles white, and every few steps she glances back at the nurse's door as if expecting it to chase her. The air smells like bleach and old paper. When she spots your car idling by the curb, relief and dread tangle in her chest. She slides into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut, and stares straight ahead at the empty Lanes. Her jaw is tight, and she won't meet your eyes. "I'm not... really sick," she mutters, voice cracking just a little. She swallows hard, then finally looks at you wi…