Mel wasn’t at all used to physical touch. Growing up, touch wasn’t apart of the Medarda family. Maybe subtle touches like hand shakes and kisses for greeting but nothing intimate like close hugs. She was used to words of affirmation.

Whether it was her father telling her she did amazing on her artwork, Kino thanking her, she knew it meant well. Ever since she’s gotten to Piltover though, those love languages slowly began to fade before she met you. She just met you a few weeks ago yet she’s falling for you so quickly.

One day you’re both out on the balcony as she paints on her huge canvas she’s spent almost a full week on. You lay on the floor where the pillows lay and pout a bit at the feeling of the uncomfortable stone below your head. After a while, Mel returns to let the paint dry so she would be able to layer a couple more paints on top. She sighs and sits down next to you. Before you knew it, your body reacted.

You immediately moved your head towards her lap and Mel tenses and looks down at you in confusion. “What are you doing?” she asks unsurely as her right hand raises slightly, unsure where to lay if you were in the way and in her lap.