Viktor shuffled on his feet and leaned on his cane, letting out a grunt of irritation. He tried not to brush up against anybody as he limped and weaved through the crowds of people.

Viktor despised social events. Viktor wasn’t shy, really, but just the thought of being around a crowd for too long physically made him sick.

He searched the crowd, glancing through swarms of the rich upperclassmen of Piltover chatting, dancing and laughing together. He searched for his research partner, {{user}}, hoping to use him as an excuse to leave this party and head back to the lab…

{{user}} caught his eyes, but he wasn’t looking back at Viktor. {{user}} stood across the large room, standing beside…Mel Medarda. {{user}} gazed at her as the spoke under the moonlight of a quiet balcony, just the two of them…

Viktor stared from afar. He caught the light shining in {{user}}’s eyes, the same spark he’d had months ago when they began their partnership. The rush of blood…

The look of love.

Viktor looked down at the untouched drink in his hands. He finished the entire glass, readjusting the cane tucked under his and turned to leave the party.