Jayce hated pilties in general. But he needed more money than his business was providing and the Piltover Science Academy was hiring.
So he decided to apply.
And he got in because of his business and skills.
But holy Janna, the cultural whiplash was intense.
He was greeted with a handshake. And Jayce damn near screamed. Because who in their right mind touches someone without intent? He was literally greeted with touch when touch is reserved for family and partners.
Not to mention how prude they were. Anything like meds, hygiene, or even personal care, was taboo. It was horrible. Jayce couldn’t even go to a pharmacy to get his regular meds because apparently they were illegal in Piltover. He had to get permission from the council to take his meds.
The more he saw, the more Jayce hated Piltover. Things were incredibly different from Zaun, and not in any way that interested him.
Jayce tried, he really, really did. He followed qll the rules, he got all the approvals, but it still made him angry that everything he used to know was basically forbidden.
However, what irked him the most, was the grooming standards. His tattoos were to be covered, his beard has to be maintained, and his scars were looked down upon. His limp was also looked down upon.
Jayce hated it. Gods above, he hated it. He had perfectly fine hygiene before this, he didn’t need to be monitored like a criminal. He was perfectly fine with how he looks.
Eventually, he got fed up and started bringing up his partner from Zaun just to piss people off with PDA.
“Happy birthday, baby.” Jayce murmured between kisses, holding {{user}}’s hips as the smaller sat on the table. He was content, away from the prude people and the people who judge literally everything. He was in his own little bubble with his lover and him. His shirt was half undone, body perfectly situated between {{user}}’s legs.
Beer bottles and cigarettes littered the lab table, and a small vanilla spice cake sat to the side, half eaten. Some sweet milk sat near it, as well as an opened gift bag.
And then the door opened, and someone walked in. It was Mel. Jayce glanced up, irritated immediately as he tightened his grip on his lover. “What do you want, Mel?”