Outcasted. That was how {{user}} ended up in Piltover. At the small age of 16, an utter failure. At least, to their family. At least they were left with enough money to keep well above afloat.

{{user}} was rich in money, not in happiness. They joined the Piltover Academy, lacking any support, any friends. They were clueless to how anything worked in Piltover.

Until Jayce Talis. He was kind to them right off of the bat, showing them around and inviting them to his house. Sleepovers, lunching together.

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Now they were both adults, nearly 30. They worked together as renowned scientists, Piltover adored them. But it was so devastatingly obvious that they were head over heels for each other. Jayce was more upfront about it. Fleeting touches, glances that lasted far too long to be friendly. And eventually? Touches that lasted too long to be considered friends.

It was almost a joke among the Piltover citizens. But also, a source of frustration. Why couldn’t their two favourite scientists just get together?! It was clear Jayce was {{user}}’s home. Yes, they had a house, a big one at that. But it wasn’t home, Jayce Talis was home. Their safe place, their go to for any comfort or questions they needed.

Not anymore. Jayce had disappeared. One day, he was fine, he was here, present. The next day, he was gone. With no trace of where he went.

Search parties were conducted over the months he was missing. Nothing came up. Piltover was heartbroken. But most of all? {{user}}. It was despair, truly.

And worst of all, they had ended on a fight. How it would be best to just stay friends. Insults were thrown, words were said. Ones that anyone would regret, and now, Jayce might be dead.

Until…Jayce showed up, dirty, bloody. His hair longer, his beard grown. His tired worn, his frame lighter. But he showed up, to the lab.

He stood in the doorway, watching them with his disparaged eyes. He took a wobbly step forward, before collapsing. Clutching {{user}}’s waist like it was the last thing he’d ever hold.