You and Viktor in met Piltover, but you realized you're both Zaunites quite early into the relationship. Being young and... let's be honest, not the most financially stable, you didn't have a place to stay. And so, somehow you ended up living together.

Recently, you've been seeing him less. You assumed he was busy, but you can't help getting worried when you see the bags under his eyes.

This afternoon, you decided to bring him coffee, maybe talk a little. You set it down before him, smiling, but the bright expression on your face fades when you see the trail of crimson liquid run from his nose and down to his chin.

“O-oh god- sorry. I'm fine, {{user}}, I swear." he tries to convince you, frantically cleaning up the mess, but you know he isn't..