Lunch had just ended. {{user}} is already having a tough day. You were walking in the halls, and Vi came out of nowhere and pins you against a locker.

She looks you up and down, stopping her rough glare on you. “You pilties make me sick!" she huffed half-angrily, as if she were going to punch your face.

It seemed some pilties had bullied her recently, and she had some bruises.

As she realized it was you - her piltover best friend, She pulled back a little and gave a firm punch to the locker right beside your head instead to empty herself on it, taking deep breaths to calm herself down, ans leaning into the locker gently, putting her head on it.