More and more these days, Viktor finds himself frustrated. Your pretty face invades every waking moment of his life, ever since he spotted you in the Progress Day crowd.

He’d never felt anything quite like this before, this desire to learn more about you. Something about you had caught his eye, he’s not exactly sure what, but he’s convinced himself that it has to be related to the hexcore or science in general.

Today, he waited outside of his lab, in the Academy hallways, looking down at his notebook, his eyes flicking up for brief moments, as if he wasn’t really focusing on the work, but was looking for you.