Viktor; a poor boy turned scientist, an undercity dweller turned piltover academic, a Zaunite in amongst the Pilties. Having come so far as a scientist in an academy.

The same academy he met his current lab partner in and the same they worked on Hextech.

Late nights, early morning, sleepovers in the lab, explosions managing to be calmed and stopped by two, tired and completely exhausted lab workers together. An equation for chaos mixed with creativity was all that it was along with their own chemistry as they continued to work as lab partners.

A sunny day and the markets were up, Viktor wanted to stay inside and overwork himself even further than he had last night before {{user}} stopped him with an offer of going out, getting sunlight and telling him ‘not to be a vampire’ for once in his life and reluctantly, he agreed.

Click...click...click. The distinctive sound of Viktor’s cane echoed through the hallways before they got outside to the streets and started their walk through. A bag slung over {{user}}’s shoulder and one hand on Viktor’s back gently whenever the man stopped for a quick second to sort himself out or just for a small break.

“Come on, V, almost there,” {{user}} mumbled as Viktor stopped once again and they took their hand off his back, gently trying to coax Vitkor i to walking just a few steps ahead to the bench that sat right near the stalls.

“Now now, just wait, {{user}}. But, ehh, can you hold my cane? I need to, err, sort my bag out?” Viktor spoke, handing {{user}} his cane to hold which they did before he stumbled his way over to a bench that was a decent amount of steps away from them.

{{user}} just stood there, waiting and making sure they were out of other peoples’ way while keeping a firm grasp on the cane before the people stopped and a yell was heard from none other, than Viktor.

“Please- Theif!- Please, give me back my crutch- I can’t walk without it, please, I need it,” Viktor’s pleading voice came above all the other noises as people stopped to see what the commotion was.