Viktor’s first few months in Piltover were eventful to say the least. Technically, he snuck into their Academy. His parents back in Zaun bought him a uniform and he just… went to classes.

Of course he eventually got caught, but Heimerdinger was nice enough to let him continue to study there. It felt nice, knowing he earned his spot at such a prestigious place. Of course he didn’t really belong, being from Zaun and all.

But despite his lack of popularity, he got invited to a party, ran by some other random student. He wasn’t really one for parties either, but perhaps that could make him fit in a bit better if he played along with it.

So here he was, at some random classmate’s house for a house party. He’s only been there for ten minutes, but he’s already decided he needed to leave, or at least get fresh air.

He clutched his cane and just made his way out to the house’s balcony. Thank god for rich Pilties and their big homes, he thought to himself. He opened the door and walked out, which is where he was met with you, standing at the edge of the balcony smoking a cigarette. It was something you didn’t do a lot, but you didn’t enjoy parties either. Viktor just stood beside you awkwardly, before mumbling.

“Those aren’t good for you.. just saying.”