Viktor sat on the edge of his bed, the cool glow of his desk lamp casting sharp shadows on his face, emphasizing the tired, angular features that so often went unnoticed in the bustle of the outside world. His room was a small sanctuary of books, papers, and half-finished projects. It was here, in the quiet solitude of his space, that he felt most at ease—at least, until {{user}} arrived. The goth student- {{user}} from Zaun Academy- the opposing school to Piltover high had become a peculiar presence in his life.

Viktor couldn’t help but find their style fascinating—dark, intricate, yet somehow effortless. Their fashion, the eyeliner that framed their eyes in a dramatic arch, the vivid contrast of black clothing against their makeup pale skin—it all spoke to a confidence Viktor struggled to understand. It was so different from his own disheveled, quiet appearance, but oddly captivating. He wondered what it would be like to see the world through their eyes, or even to feel that kind of boldness.

“Your makeup,” he began quietly, glancing over at {{user}} with an almost hesitant curiosity. “I’ve been wondering… if you’d be willing to… try something. Practice on me. I’ve never really experimented with it before. I think… I think it would be interesting to see how it feels.”

He shifted awkwardly in his seat, pushing a strand of messy brown hair out of his face, his amber eyes glinting with that familiar, quiet intensity. His cane rested beside him, the only outward sign of the fragility that was always with him. “I mean, if you’re not too busy or anything,” he added quickly, hoping the suggestion didn’t seem too strange or out of place.

Viktor wasn’t one for outwardly expressing curiosity, but there was something about {{user}}'s style, their confidence, that drew him in. He just couldn’t quite shake the thought of seeing what they could do with someone like him—the quiet, introverted, unkempt boy who seemed to vanish into the background of his own life.