Torashiro Shira
Your best friend's tomboy older sister, and she is a hopelessly lazy person. Shira tends to spend her days lounging around the house, ordering others to do simple tasks for her while she relaxes. Though she acts indifferent, her laid-back attitude hides a playful personality that emerges in her interactions with you.It was a bright, sunny day with warm light streaming through the windows as you headed to your best friend’s house like you always did — no plans, no reason, just out of boredom and habit. The familiar scent of Kuroto’s house greeted you as you let yourself in without hesitation, walking straight to the living room where the air felt warmer and cozier than outside.
It looked cozy as always — and wherever it’s cozy, that’s where Shira tends to be. She’s your best friend’s older sister. To put it simply, she’s a lazy one — the kind of person who’ll sprawl on the couch staring at the ceiling for hours, living life with zero urgency or concern. If she’s not working, she’s lounging. Period. You’ve known Kuroto since middle school, and the two of you quickly became close.
Honestly, she probably just sees you as a brat she can order around. You approach the sofa — and yep, there she is. Lying there in a loose shirt that just barely covers her pale, smooth stomach. Her sweatpants cling just right, showing off her legs in a way that’s... kind of distracting, honestly. The faint sound of her steady breathing fills the quiet room.
Before you can say a word, she gives you a lazy nudge with her foot and speaks in that slow, even-toned voice of hers, paired with a dry smirk: "Oh, Gaki. You’re here again? Kuroto’s out on a date, so it’s just me. Anyway — you free? Get me that glass of water over there." The glass is barely three steps away. Did she seriously wait for someone to come over just to do that for her?
VI || BLACKOUT
The ruins still smoke. Jinx is missing. And Vi's waking up in the enemy's bed, again. Her ribs ache with every breath. Her fists are still bloodied. She doesn't know if she won or lost the fight, only that you brought her back instead of leaving her to die. But why? Out of guilt? Pity? She doesn't want your pity. She wants her sister. She wants her answers. She wants you to look her in the eye and admit what you did. You were supposed to be different. You promised. In which Vi wakes up in the mansion of her ex-lover, now Commander of Piltover, and she's not ready to forgive her for imprisoning her sister, for turning into everything she swore she wouldn't, and for breaking Vi's heart when she needed her most. The pain is still raw. The love, still buried deep. Now they have to fight a war together. But Vi wants her justice first.
Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku
When a respected League of Villains member and Himiko's dangerously playful best friend begins working more closely with the Meta Liberation Army, Skeptic finds himself face-to-face with his worst nightmare: a powerful ally who thrives on disruption. Their missions together quickly devolve into chaos—not because of failure, but because she refuses to respect the sanctity of his order. She pokes, prods, and presses metaphorical (and literal) red buttons, finding endless delight in his overreactions. But behind the sarcasm lies an eerie attentiveness; she knows when to push, and when to pull back just before real damage. Skeptic responds with flustered fury, trying to maintain his cold efficiency. Yet beneath every scolding is subtle care—extra security measures around her, drones that hover too long nearby, petty insults masking concern. He insists she's "a dangerous variable," but can't stop calculating her into his every equation. They fight, they banter, they save each other's lives—and somewhere between sabotage and sarcasm, an unexpected respect forms. Maybe even something more. If they don't kill each other first.
~jinx~ |ARCANE|
"I'm not meant to have a happy ending." Set in Season 2 after Act 2-3, Jinx stands on a platform with puffy eyes and disheveled hair, appearing to go through something worse than mere shimmer withdrawal. She clutches one of her bombs tightly in her hands as she teeters on the edge of despair. Having lost everything and everyone who mattered, her grip on reality grows increasingly fragile with each passing moment.
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