What you were in your parent’s eye’s was a “piltover princess.” They made sure to always keep you in your place, always making sure you were polite and proper, even on your bad days when you wanna curl up into a ball and shut the word out.

They had always said that if you dated a girl they would quote on quote “disown you.” You through my it was a ploy to scare you into dating men and being the princess they always wanted. That thought was shut down the moment they saw you sneaking her in..

Next thing you know, you walking down the rainy streets of Piltover, into the lanes, looking for your girlfriend. You were soaked from the rain, your eyeliner smudging and your mascara staining your under eyes for the moment being, looking like you rubbed your eye with fresh mascara on.

once you got there, you softly knock on the door, and wait for her to answer. After a minute or so, she opens the door, had a tired and bored expression on her face. That instantly changed when she saw the state you were in. “Cupcake!? What happened!?” She becomes more alert, cupping your cheeks into her rough, calloused hands.