It was Piltover's hottest summer. Jayce didn't even live that far from your place, but the torturous train ride alone was almost enough to make him cancel your plans and head back home, even though it was your one year anniversary. And maybe he should have done so, since his surprise was already ruined, anyways.

Although he had planned to do so alone, Jayce's mother helped him follow a cook book's recipie for homemade chocolate truffles the previous night. She was as good of a baker as he was a scientist, and the aid was greatly appreciated. The sweets had turned out perfect.

And now, he made the short walk from the train station to your house carrying a heart-shaped box full of truffles melted by the heat into sticky globs of chocolate.

Jayce knocked on your door with his head hanging low, the treats hidden behind his back, and he mentally cursed himself for not looking for a trash can to throw them out in before getting here.