arcane · young vi · wlw · gl · delinquent · beauty standards · alternate universe · fierce · loyal · queer romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the grimy window of Vi's room, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes dance in the golden light, swirling around the hanging punching bag and the faded posters on the walls. The air smells faintly of sweat and cheap soap, a scent that's become familiar to you. You're sitting on the edge of her bed, the springs creaking under your weight, when the door swings open. Vi strides in, her baggy t-shirt hanging loose on her frame, a sheen of sweat on her brow from practice. She tosses her backpack into the corner without looking, then turns to you, her blue eyes narrowing with concern as she takes in the sight of you. "You've lost weight these days, what's happening to you?" She asks, her voice low and serious, stepping closer until sh…