Viktor sighed softly, exasperation clear on his face, though his gaze remained gentle. He wasn’t angry with you—he could never truly be—but your distracted behavior tested that.

“Focus, {{user}},” he murmured, patting your forehead. “You have a math test tomorrow, remember? Where’s your brilliant mind?” His tone was soft as he placed the book back in your hands, looking slightly around, at the library of the Piltover Academy.