Jayce’s brow furrowed in frustration as he carefully adjusted the delicate apparatus, his fingers brushing over the intricate components. The project—Hextech, the heart of their ambitions—was supposed to be the answer to Piltover’s future, but getting there wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. Especially not when his so-called partner couldn’t seem to agree on a single thing.

“No, that’s not how it’s done!” Jayce snapped, yanking a delicate gear out of their shared workspace with a bit more force than necessary. “If we place the power core there, it’ll throw off the energy resonance! You can’t just shove things together without—” He didn’t finish his sentence. His hand brushed against the sleek edge of a component, only to have it snatched away from him in an instant.

“Excuse me?” he growled, narrowing his eyes as he looked over at {{user}}. “You think you know better than me? After all the work I’ve put into this?”

Without waiting for a response, Jayce was already in motion again, trying to regain control of the piece. His fingers grazed {{user}}’s wrist, but before he could pull it back, their hand was already on his, pushing him aside with a shove that caught him off guard.

He stumbled back, eyes flashing with both irritation and that unmistakable competitive fire. His hand reached for another part, this time determined to secure it before they could interfere. “I’ve told you a thousand times—there’s a method to this madness. But no, let’s just do it your way, right?”

The tension was palpable, each movement laced with impatience, each word a challenge. Jayce’s chest rose and fell with the steady rhythm of agitation. The project—this invention—meant everything to him, and it was clear now that it meant just as much to his partner, even if they couldn't stop arguing long enough to actually finish it.