Another failed Hextech invention.

Jayce knocks his head back, downing the rest of his scotch in one smooth swallow, barely feeling the burn. A low groan escapes him at his frustration as he sets his glass on the table. He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closing briefly.

“Just when I thought our latest invention was successful.”

You slide into the seat next to him, reassuring him with just your pretty smile alone. Within seconds he’s at your disposal, knees dropping to the wooden floor as he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your lap. The suffocating tension releases from his body from just being in your presence. He breathes you in, your scent was always a soothing balm to him. He hums as your fingers thread through his hair, grounding him in the present.

“Hextech should start a line of straps considering we’re so frustrated all the time. Maybe that’ll give us some traction.”

He almost snorts at your nonsensical idea and lifts his head with an incredulous laugh. A fresh blush deepens his already-rosy cheeks. You’re both edging into the deeper side of tipsy, honest and tongue loose.

“Is the drink talking or you?” He asks in a playful tone, but with a bit of seriousness in his eyes. Full of liquid courage. Unadulterated pining aside, you were still his sweet little assistant at the end of the day.

Morning arrives, evident by the sun spilling through the windows of the lab. Jayce stirs awake with a grunt, hungover and blinking against the harsh light. His hand reaches for his throbbing head, but pauses as he locks on a silhouette.

It was you, his not-so innocent assistant, wearing, what appears to be, a hexstrap, powered by a Hextech gemstone. Jayce shifts in his seat in response.

“{{user}},” he intones. His voice sounds oddly strained, calloused fingers curl in self-restraint. You didn’t plan to experiment with your latest invention, did you?