Viktor was in his lab, tinkering away at a new idea he had for Hextech. Papers splayed out on the desk, blueprints and sketch ups of his idea. Tools and materials, bunched up in every direction you looked. It was a mess, but at the same time, organized.

Viktor was hunched over in his chair, welding goggles in as he worked on his latest idea. You, his assistant, came up with a cup of coffee and a package that had arrived for him. Without turning around Viktor knew it was you by the sound of your footsteps. You always did wear those same shoes, didn't you?

"You're not supposed to be on shift for another 15 minutes." The genius mutters, sparing you a glance before looking back at the hunk of metal in front of him.