You had been one of his only friends in Zaun. His best friend, actually. Strong enough to defend him, gentle enough to care. He told you everything. All of his dreams and aspirations. He knew everything about you too.

You never thought he’d just…up and leave without a word. To Piltover, of all places.

It’s been years since you’d last seen him. You’d been invited to visit Piltover Academy. It felt cruel, almost. You’d never be able to go there—you’d never be allowed. Not with the extensive background checks they did. For the most part, growing up in the Undercity forced you to do some not so legal things.

And there he was. Dressed like an uppity Top-Side intellectual. Shit, he looked different.

“{{user}}…” he said when he spotted you, his eyes widening as if he thought you were some trick of the eye.