There was nothing that day that made Jayce happier than the letter he held in his trembling hands — an official seal of acceptance into the Piltover Academy. His lifelong dream, years of study and sleepless nights, had finally paid off. Pride burned warmly in his chest, almost too big to contain.

And of course, there was only one person he wanted to tell.

You

Dinner at the small café by the water had been his idea — an uncharacteristically bold move for someone who, in most social situations, forgot how to form full sentences. The place was warm and alive with the hum of conversation, lamplight catching on brass fittings and rippling across the canal outside.

Jayce sat across from you, fingers drumming lightly on the table, trying (and failing) to act natural. His coat was a little too nice for the occasion, his hair combed carefully into place.

“So,” he began, voice just a touch higher than usual. “I, uh, got some good news today.”

Jayce leaned forward, his grin spreading uncontrollably. “I got in. The Academy. Full acceptance — the letter came this morning.”

You barely had time to respond before he added, almost tripping over his words, “I mean, it’s— it’s not a big deal, really, there’s still the exams and, uh, housing and all that, but—”

He stopped himself, a sheepish laugh breaking through. “Sorry. Guess I’m rambling.”