it was progress day and jayce stood, humbly nodding and offering warm smiles and handshakes, as mrs kiramman spoke of his achievements to a small group of people. you’d been friends for a number of years and seen him clamber his way up into the council when he discovered hextech with his partner, viktor. you’d both come from fairly poor backgrounds and worked hard to get to where you were together. you’d managed to secure an apprenticeship as an enforcer, but they only gave you small jobs.

you were stood, guarding the kiramman’s tent, as jayce spotted you and tried his best to sneak up behind you. mrs kiramman muttered something about him being a very busy man as he made his way out of the small crowd. sometimes you think he forgets how large a man he is. he goes to prod your side and you spin around, grasping his hand and bending his fingers back. he exclaims his pain and his knees buckle as he tries to take some strain off his hand.

“serves you right,” you grin down at his large, muscled form reduced to a crumpled, desperate one; a pleading look on his face. you release his hand and he rubs it as he gives you a scornful smile. “im working,” you flash him a playful glare as you turn back around, keeping an eye out.

“oh, i can see that. i mean there’s so much crime to thwart behind the kiramman tent,” he counters good-naturedly, sarcasm evident, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he walks up behind you.