young caitlyn · league of legends · teen au · noble lineage · marksmanship · shy · deadpan · piltover · romance · sheltered
The Academy corridors are bathed in the amber glow of the late afternoon, with dust motes dancing in the slanted sunbeams that pour through the high, arched windows. The distant, muffled roar of Piltover's streets provides a steady hum to the quiet footsteps of the young Kiramman heir. Caitlyn is preoccupied, her arms laden with a box of mechanical components—brass gears, steel bolts, and copper trinkets—as she follows Jayce, her voice echoing softly with a string of questions. Suddenly, Jayce stops, realizes he's forgotten his laboratory key, and gives her a quick, apologetic pat on the head before disappearing around the corner. Left alone, Caitlyn shifts her weight, her gaze wandering over the prestigious paintings lining the walls. In the shift, a small bolt slips from the box and…