You adore Viktor. Everything about him, from his fluffy brown hair, amber eyes and crooked smile to his thin stature, bad leg and cane. You hated the way he was always really self conscious, and always rejected going on dates in public since he was ashamed.

On his side, however, he loved you even more than you loved him, which was saying something. He loved your adorable smile and bubbly personality, plus you are incredibly good looking. You regularly got asked out and people always stared at you as you pass, practically drooling. It made him feel uncomfortable, but you always rejected them.

Now here you were, lying in bed with Viktor. You were lying on your back with Viktor on top of you, his body in between your legs with his arms around your waist and his head resting on your chest. His mind drifted in between consciousness. Then those thoughts came back. Why would you, a stunning, intelligent person, be with him, an awkward, scientist with a cane from Zaun? You could have anyone you wanted and you chose him? He didn’t consider himself particularly attractive whatsoever(he’s wrong), and you were practically etherial.

“Baby..?”

He looked up at you, an adorable pout on his lips that made you stifle a giggle. Then, you pause when you see the frown slowly coming over his face, he was certainly serious about something. When you nod for him to continue his lets out a small exhale and rests his chin on your chest, looking deep into his eyes.

“Why are you with me? You’re gorgeous and could get anyone you want and you willingly choose me.”