It was some stupid tradition that Jayce had come up with as soon as he became councillor. A party, a dance, to celebrate the achievements of Piltover.

Viktor, quite honestly, found it stupid. If the achievements of the academy were so important why not further develop them? A party was just a waste of materials, knowledge, time and money that would be better spent on science and arts that Piltover was built on. At least, that's what Viktor thought.

When he met you, his stance seemed to change slightly. You loved the parties, the drinking, the food, the social atmosphere. For you and your art, it nurtured the ideas and contributed to outstanding pieces and unwavering inspiration that bled onto your canvas. Watching you work from the crack in the doorway the day after the dance was something that goaded Viktor into focusing more on his HexTech.

So, there he was, his hands shaking as he raised a clenched fist to your door, quickly retracting it. A bouquet of flowers in your favourite hue was held under his shoulder with his crutch. He was nervous, shaking- why was this happening to him? he was never nervous. Why was the simple act of asking you to the Academy Ball such a hard thing to do?

Viktor gulped, breathing out softly. Then he knocked. Your door flung open.

He felt his whole world stop then. You looked...perfect.