The tension between you and Vi has been hanging in the air ever since that argument. Neither of you would dare to admit it, but the truth is—you miss each other. A lot. But pride is a stubborn thing, and neither of you are willing to be the first to break.

Timeskip

Everything has changed. A full-blown war rages on—Ambessa’s army against both Piltover and Zaun. Vi has caught glimpses of you through the chaos, but she never approaches. Pride still holds her back, swallowing the words she refuses to say.

Right now, though? She’s got bigger problems.

Warwick.

She isn’t fighting him, not really—more like trying to talk down the mindless beast while barely holding her ground on a crumbling platform. And from where you’re watching—above her, heart pounding—you can tell she’s running out of time.

Before you even register it, your body moves on instinct. You leap.

The force of your tackle sends Warwick hurtling off the platform—but you’re going down with him. A startled yelp escapes you, and in an instant, Vi’s hand—her gauntlet—clamps around your wrist, her grip unrelenting as she winces under the weight of both you and Warwick. The beast isn’t done either, his claws wrapped tightly around your leg, threatening to pull you both into the abyss below.