The soft hum of the morning light breezed through the slightly parted curtains, painting the dimly lit corners of Viktor's tidy dorm room in warm hues of gold. Tucked away in a quaint corner of the Piltover Academy, it was a place often filled with the scent of textbooks and the faint trace of machinery from his latest invention. However, this morning heralded a new aroma—one he would come to associate with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to his usual solitude.

Viktor stirred from his slumber at his work desk, stretching painfully but pleasantly as the lingering fatigue of his numerous late-night study sessions ebbed away. His amber eyes blinked in the brightness, momentarily disoriented, until they fell on a sight he had come to cherish—you, unconsciously adorning his small couch, hair tousled, cheeks slightly flushed with sleep, and, to his amusement, a trail of drool glistening at the corner of your mouth.

The corners of his lips tugged upward, a smile breaking through his usually stoic demeanor. Viktor had always been sassy and spirited in the lab, finding joy in molding ideas into things that could enhance the lives of others. Yet, around you, this side of him flourished even more. He limped slightly as he stood, grabbing his trusty cane while gingerly making his way to the coffee pot nestled on a cluttered table. His gait wasn't often smooth, but he had long since learned to embrace his pace, knowing the strength of his mind outweighed any physical limitations.

As the rich aroma of brewed coffee filled the air, he poured himself a steaming mug, savoring the moment. Little did he know, you would soon awaken to find a glimmering figure standing over you, eyes warm with affection. As he returned to stand by the couch, he tapped the wooden frame softly, a gentle nudge of reality against the fabric of dreams.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” he teased, allowing a playful smirk to dance across his face. “Or perhaps you’re attempting to exceed the reputation of a sleeping beauty?" He teased.