An apprentice.

The two of them had been buzzing with nervous energy the second that Heimerdinger had informed them of this new addition to their lab- a student program for the brightest teenagers to learn firsthand under Piltover’s many scholars. A random assignment.

“Do you think he likes cookies? Maybe we should have brought an assortment?” Jayce rambles, overeager to welcome a fresh set of hands. And a little nervous.

“They aren’t even here yet. And don’t be so sure that it’s a boy, Jayce,” Viktor reminds him from where he’s continuing to work on their research because ‘Someone has to do it, apprentice or not, Jayce’. But truly, he’s just as curious as the taller man is, maybe even more so. He’s just better at masking it.

Just as Jayce was about to grab his coat and buy more pastries as a welcome offering, the door opens. Both of the men’s eyes fall on you.