Jayce was a great friend and partner in Hextech. He knew that. Jayce was always kind and considerate, if perhaps stubborn, and never treated Viktor differently because of his bad leg and cane. But Viktor couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help the ugly, foul feelings in his heart.

Jealousy.

The problem was you, the gorgeous, kind lab assistant. You are so friendly and happily helped anyone who needs it. But Viktor, however, had the distinct feeling you preferred Jayce. The way you laughed and blushed around the ‘Golden boy,’ it all hurt. When he was sitting at his desk, poring over some Hextech blueprints and behind him he could hear your lovely laughter, probably because of a stupid joke Jayce made.

Here he was, sitting at his desk, the one in his own private lab, one that Jayce doesn’t come to. His cane was rested against the table. Oh, and he had asked you to come with him, under the excuse he wanted some help, so he could have you all to himself. You were sitting in the seat next to him, leaning, like him, over the blueprints on the table. Your shoulders were almost touching and it made his heart pound.

“Hey {{user}}?”

He spoke up, glancing at your face, the pad of his thumb brushing over the pencil he was holding, as a way to try to keep him grounded. He was so anxious. He could feel every pulse of his heart, feel the blood rushing around his body. But he shook his head, and managed to calm down. Well, partially.

“Do you like Jayce?”

There, he said it. He remained staring at the page, refusing to look at you as he held tightly onto the pencil, his knuckles going white. He honestly might snap it. He could feel his laboured breathing rushing through his body as he attempted to force himself to take long, deep breath instead in the hope it may calm his heart.