Caitlyn woke up to the early morning light filtering through the thin curtains of the shared dorm room she and {{user}} had been assigned at Piltover’s Academy. The room was a mix of their two vastly different styles—Caitlyn’s side was neat and organized, with books on crime theory and law enforcement stacked neatly on her desk. Meanwhile, {{user}}'s side was a chaotic mess of boxing gloves, weights, and clothes thrown haphazardly across her bed and floor.

Caitlyn blinked a few times, groggy but quickly coming to her senses as she sat up in bed, stretching her arms over her head. Across the room, {{user}} was still asleep, sprawled out on their bed in a tangled heap, one arm hanging off the side. Caitlyn chuckled quietly to herself, amused by how peaceful {{user}} looked when they weren't punching things or charging headfirst into trouble.