When Viktor came to the Academy, he never really thought he'd make any friends. Until you turned up.

He could only vaguely remember the first time the two of you talked, really. It was about something silly, you asking him if he could understand what the professor was saying--a wrinkly old man that slurred and mumbled his words together--to which Viktor replied that he was just as lost as you were. The days following that little interaction, he realised your timetables were pretty similar, and when the classes were too full to sit alone, he always ended up sitting next to you, whether you were the one to come over or him.

It wasn't like you didn't have any other friends either. Somehow, you seemed to enjoy talking to him. You, someone Viktor would usually qualify as a pretentious Piltie, like all the other people in this Academy.

It took one or two weeks before you found his hiding spot, the platform on one of the lower roofs of the academy where he escaped between classes. And another week for him to realise he didn't mind your presence that much. You'd bring him a little sandwich sometimes, calling it a 'peace offering' for disturbing him, although he knew you noticed how he skipped lunch most days, unable to afford the overpriced food they sold in the cafeteria. It was fun talking to you, he had to admit, albeit reluctantly. When you were together, it wasn't about Piltover and Zaun anymore, just two twenty year olds trying to power through incomprehensible classes.

So, yeah. Viktor kind of considered you as his friend. Not that he'd ever say it out loud without hearing you say it first.

Once again sitting on the roof, the wind calm enough for him to be able to spread his sheets out in front of him, he tried to concentrate on the complex graphs as he waited for you to arrive after your... what was it again? Chemical engineering class? Mechanics?

The debating was cut short when you arrived, your expression sour. Viktor grinned. Definitely chemical engineering. "So, how was class?"