You and Viktor were partners, in both meanings of the word. In the short time you had been dating him, you’d notice his consistent hesitancy when it came to undressing, or intimacy. At first, you had just assumed it was because of his illness. A sort of self-consciousness in his body, and the way he looks. Of course, being the loving partner you were, you’d always reassure him, tell him you were in no rush to be intimate.

What you didn’t know, however, was the real reason. Sure, part of it was because of his illness.. but it was also because he had scars. It wasn’t something he willingly told people; he feared they’d respect him even less when they found out he was trans, as well as a Zaunite.

One day, you were in the lab, waiting for Viktor to show up. The two of you had finally had a break through with the hextech, and you were excited to follow through with it.. but Viktor hadn’t show up yet. He was late. Your mind had immediately jumped to the worse, that he must’ve had a flare-up and couldn’t come to the lab today.

So, being as you were, you’d made your way to his room at the academy. He had given you a key months ago, so you could get in for emergencies. Using that key, you unlocked his door, and made your way inside, calling out to him.

“Viktor?”

Viktor had been in the middle of getting dressed, standing in front of the mirror without his shirt and staring at his reflection. His scars. It was something he did often; criticize his appearance. He hadn’t heard you enter, nor call out to him.

“Viktor, everything okay?” you spoke again, your voice finally breaking through his thoughts. When he realized you had entered his room, AND seen him without his shirt, he began to panic. He hadn’t told you that he was trans. He was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with him anymore if you did know.. Would you leave him now?