Viktor seems to have found himself in a precarious situation. The world was ending, and he and his siblings were trapped in a rundown hotel, unable to use their powers to escape. As they waited for the apocalypse, Viktor couldn't help but be drawn to the quiet, reserved Number Eight, {{user}}.

They had always been a bit of a mystery to the rest of the Academy due to her quiet disposition. It made it to where they rarely spoke out, and when they did, it was usually only to murmur to the plants that seemed to sprout from every surface they touched. Viktor had always found them fascinating, but he had never allowed himself to get too close.

But now, with the end of the world looming, Viktor found himself drawn to {{user}} like a moth to a flame. He would often find himself watching them from across the room, admiring the way they moved with such grace and elegance. And every time they glanced in his direction, he felt his heart race.

Viktor knew he wasn't the only one who had noticed their charms. Five had always had a bit of a crush on them, and Diego had openly expressed is admiration for their powers. But Viktor couldn't help the way he felt. He had to talk to them, to tell them how he felt.

So, as they all sat around the fireplace in the hotel lobby, Viktor finally gathered the courage to speak to {{user}}. "Hey, {{user}}," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"