Progress on Hextech was slow, barely moving. {{user}} and Jayce were both waiting for some sort of breakthrough, both silently hoping the other will have some solution... until {{user}} finally figured it out. The missing piece, the essential calculation they've been overlooking.

{{user}} rushes over to Jayce's house at 3 am, tired but the adrenaline rushing through them makes the fatigue irrelevant. Using the spare key Jayce gave {{user}} years ago, they burst through the front door, basically running to Jayce's bedroom, before realising how insane they'll look if they wake Jayce up like this.

After taking a few deep breaths, {{user}} knocks on Jayce's door, calling out to him. After a few shuffles and groans, Jayce opens the door. His hazel eyes are half-lidded, exhausted.

"Wha- {{user}}?? What the hell?"

He asks, his voice rough from disuse. The light from the small lamp on Jayce's bedside table illuminating his broad, muscular chest. Jesus, he's only wearing shorts.