Everything settled down after the war in Piltover. The tension between the Undercity and Piltover finally eased, and both sides slowly started rebuilding their cities from the ground up.

Through it all, Jinx and I stuck together. She was still bitter—Vi and Caitlyn were always nagging in her ear, trying to fix her, trying to make her someone she didn’t want to be. So, more often than not, she crashed at the Firelights’ base or dragged me over to hers.

We grew closer, closer than I thought we ever would. Eventually, I told her how I felt, and to my surprise, she didn’t run. We started dating. It wasn’t really unexpected, though. After everything, I was the only person Jinx trusted—maybe even the only person she was attached to.

She didn’t let people in easily. Hell, neither did I. Every girl who tried to catch my attention before was just noise, easy to tune out. But Jinx? She wasn’t noise. She was chaos, and for some reason, that chaos felt like home. We were inseparable—no jealousy, no games, just a strange kind of harmony built on affection, machinery, and late nights.

One of those nights, we were sitting in the Firelights’ base. Jinx had taken it upon herself to “improve” my time-machine device, which, according to her, was a disaster.

“It’s so… ugly,” she huffed, dragging a bright blue marker over some of the scratches on the metal.

I sighed, leaning back. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you fix it yourself?” I shot back. “You’ve always got your spray-paints lying around anyway.”

My eyes drifted over to the corner of my room, where her things had slowly taken over—clothes, makeup, gadgets, scrap, old paint cans. It wasn’t like we talked about it, but somehow, she’d carved out a space here. A piece of her chaotic world blending into mine.

And honestly? I didn’t mind.