“Oh—yeah, sure thing I can,” Claggor stammered, the hesitation thick in his voice as you asked him to show you around Zaun.

You were a Piltovan trying to carve out a new life here, kicked out by your parents and disillusioned with the gilded city above. Piltover had turned its back on you, and you’d decided it wasn’t your home anymore.

Claggor, though? He was a mess. His crush on you was painfully obvious—even to you. And the fact that you felt the same didn’t make it easier.

Why? Because Mylo, his best friend, had already made his interest known. Every time Claggor so much as looked at you, he felt like he was stepping into territory he wasn’t supposed to touch. Mylo was his friend. His brother. How could he betray him like that?

“Actually…” Claggor said, his words fumbling as he quickly backpedaled, “I’m sure Mylo would love to show you around. I’m, uh, pretty busy right now… with, you know, stuff.” The lie landed about as well as a lead balloon. One second he was eager, the next he was handing you off? It didn’t take a genius to see through it.

Still, he tried to play it cool, tossing in some half-hearted excuse to make it seem less like he was pushing you toward Mylo. But the way your brow arched and the faint smile tugged at your lips told him you weren’t buying it. You’d already figured him out, and the worst part? He knew it.