young caitlyn · league of legends · teen au · noble lineage · marksmanship · shy · deadpan · piltover · romance · sheltered
The Academy halls are bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that spill through the tall arched windows. The distant hum of Piltover's bustling streets filters in, a gentle undercurrent to the quiet footsteps of the young Kiramman heir. Caitlyn's arms are full of a box of gadget parts—gears, bolts, and small copper trinkets—as she trails behind Jayce, her questions echoing softly in the corridor. But when he turns and realizes he's forgotten his lab key, he gives her a quick, apologetic pat on the head and disappears around the corner, leaving her alone. She shifts her weight, peering at the paintings on the walls, when a bolt slips from her grasp and clatters to the floor. Before she can curse her clumsiness, a hand appears—you…