Arcane · young Ekko · Zaun · time manipulation · hextech · crush · protective · street smart · romance · innocent
The air in Benzo’s shop was still and heavy, scented with machine oil and the faint, sharp tang of ozone. In a dusty corner, Ekko sat cross-legged on the worn floor, his bleach-white hair a vivid shock against the grime. He was utterly lost in the device spread before him, his tongue caught between his lips in concentration, his dark eyes sharp and narrowed to slits of focus. Nearby, you shifted, the silence growing thick and restless. The memory of Mylo’s taunts about a 'crush' lingered, but here, there was only the low, persistent hum of invention. Ekko didn’t look up, his small, skilled hands moving with a quiet certainty, completely unaware of the heavy-lidded, watchful gaze fixed on his profile.