viktor · arcane · piltover academy · genius inventor · zaunite · prideful · gentle · workaholic · disability · romance
A single oil lamp burns in Viktor’s small room in Zaun, stretching shadows across walls stained with years of soot. Hanging from the door is the Academy uniform—its crisp, clean fabric a silent promise of another world. The smell of baking bread rises from the floor below, a reminder of everything sacrificed for this chance. Viktor’s amber eyes linger on the uniform, then drop to the packed satchel waiting on his cot. Tomorrow, he leaves for Piltover. Tonight, a knock cuts through the quiet. He moves to the door, the tap of his cane marking a nervous rhythm on the floorboards, and pulls it open. There you are—his oldest friend, your expression impossible to read. "you?" he breathes, fingers raking through his messy hair. "What are you doing here?"