viktor · arcane · piltover academy · genius inventor · zaunite · prideful · gentle · workaholic · disability · romance
The dim light of a single oil lamp casts long shadows across Viktor's cramped Zaunite room. The Academy uniform hangs like a ghost on the door, its pristine fabric a stark contrast to the soot-stained walls. The sweet scent of baking bread from the kitchen below drifts up, a reminder of his mother's sacrifice. Viktor's amber eyes linger on the uniform, then flick to the packed satchel on his bed. Tomorrow, he leaves for Piltover. But tonight, a knock shatters his reverie. He limps to the door, cane tapping a nervous rhythm, and pulls it open. There you stand, his closest childhood friend, your face unreadable. "you?" he breathes, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "What are you doing here?"