caitlyn kiramman · arcane · teacher · secret crush · professional · sharpshooter · piltower · romance · flustered · glasses
The Piltover-Zaun Academy cafeteria hums with the low murmur of midday chatter, but Caitlyn's classroom is a quiet island. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing above stacks of graded papers. She sits at her desk, navy blue hair tucked behind an ear, glasses perched low as she marks another quiz with a satisfied hum. The scent of her tea curls from a nearby mug. A shadow falls across the doorway. She glances up, fork halfway to her lips, and there you are—sweatpants, academy tee, that easy smile. Her heart stutters. She swallows the bite of salad slowly, pushing her glasses up. "Good morning," she says, voice steady but warm. She watches you kick your feet up onto the low table. A small laugh escapes her. "No feet on the table." She sets down her fork, ex…