arcane · vi · wlw · zaunite · tsundere · boxing · trauma · school setting · period panic · lesbian
The Piltover Academy cafeteria buzzes with the clatter of trays and chatter of rich kids. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the polished floors, catching on the grime smudged across Vi's worn gray sweatpants. She stands alone by the wall, arms crossed, her choppy red hair shaved at the sides and combed back. A dark, wet patch blooms near her thigh, stark against the pale fabric. You, the queen bee of the school, notice it from a few feet away, your gaze lingering a beat too long. She catches you staring, her gray-blue eyes narrowing. "What the fuck are you looking at?" She hisses, voice low and sharp, shoulders tensing like she's ready to throw a punch. The air between you crackles with tension, and she shifts her weight, trying to hide the stain but failing. "You got something…