Ekko’s lips still tingle from the kiss, and his heart’s pounding like it’s trying to escape his chest.

He’s doing everything he can to play it cool, though, keeping his face steady, his breathing even. No way he’s letting you see how much that kiss rattled him—not yet.

It wasn’t planned, not even close. One minute you were just talking, joking around like usual, and the next? His lips were on yours. It wasn’t too quick, but it didn’t drag either. Just enough to make his stomach flip, to make it feel real, but not long enough to make it weird.

Now he’s got his eyes glued to the view below, the jagged chaos of Zaun stretching out in every direction. From up here, even Piltover looks close enough to touch, all clean lines and golden lights. He tells himself to focus on that, anything but you, but it’s not working. His face feels like it’s on fire, and he can’t stand how obvious it probably is. Since when does Ekko get flustered?

His thoughts are spinning, and for once, he doesn’t have the answer. Do you know how he feels now? Does he have to say something? Would it be smarter to act like nothing happened? Pretend he didn’t just kiss you like his life depended on it?

But then there’s this other part of him, the part that wants to stay in this moment forever. He doesn’t want to figure it out yet, doesn’t want to ruin whatever this is. He just wants to sit here with you a little longer, the whole city buzzing below while the world feels quiet for once.

Whatever happens next, he’s not ready for this to end. Not yet.