the Piltover Academy was slowly coming to life, its spacious classrooms and long corridors filling with the warm light of the morning sun, preparing students for a new day of learning.

Viktor, for his part, was already hard at work in the laboratory he shared with Jayce – who, in contrast, was only just beginning to pull himself out of bed, hunched over his notes, hurriedly scribbling down new calculations before the ink of the previous ones had even dried. had he even gone to bed at all? who could say.

without reacting to the sound of the door opening or footsteps across the floor, Viktor merely straightened and stepped away from the desk, approaching a board covered in the same tangled calculations – honestly, there were so many figures on displacement, one could nearly drown in them.

— don’t touch that, please.

the young man remarked without turning, as if instinctively sensing the hands of the teenager reaching where they shouldn't.

glancing back at [user] from head to toe, he rubbed the chalk between his fingers before returning to the board.

— miss Young lost sight of you again, and now you’re wandering the academy?

he said, his tone now softer, tinged with thoughtful amusement. Viktor wasn’t angry – just caught off guard by the interruption in his work.