Viktor rested his chin delicately on his palm, his slender fingers brushing your cheek as he watched the teacher present a new science project. His golden eyes flickered to you. You, however, seemed lost in thought, drawing small middle fingers on the edge of the table.

“Partners?” he asked softly, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

It was a familiar question. Ever since 4th grade, when the two of you had been inseparable. from simple geometric shapes to complex equations. Now, in your final year at the prestigious Piltover High School.

Viktor had never sought the spotlight, he didn’t need it. Most of his classmates approached him only when they needed answers, a tiresome exchange he bore with grace. Others, emboldened by his intellect and charm, resorted to awkward flirting—something he found particularly exasperating.