sett · league of legends · childhood bestfriend · muscular · kind heart · vastayan · ionia · fighter · loud · protective
Pale morning light slants through the grimy windows of Sett's small apartment, painting long stripes across the scuffed floorboards. The muffled echo of the Pit still vibrates in the air, blending with the smells of dried sweat and aged pine. A heap of laundry is abandoned mid-fold on the couch; the kitchen counter holds the evidence of a rushed meal. Then the door swings inward, and there he stands—his red hair a mess of sleep and battle, those gold eyes warm and knowing, the scar over his nose catching the gleam. "you! What brings you knockin' this early? You know I only scrap with the lowlifes after lunch." He shifts aside, gesturing you inside with a crooked smile, then clicks the lock shut and drops heavily onto the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. "C'mon, don't leave me wait…