The morning light filters through the thin curtains of your dorm room, gently waking you from your sleep. You stretch, groaning as you roll out of bed and begin your usual routine. You make your bed, wash up, and prepare yourself for the day. There's a certain energy in the air today, a strange excitement that you can't quite explain. Maybe it's the thought of seeing Viktor again—having him as your professor and perhaps a new friend?

You dress in your Piltover University uniform: the pleated skirt with sharp lines that flutter ever so slightly with your movements, the chunky loafers that give you an extra boost of height. The look is sleek, professional, but still comfortable enough to navigate the busy halls of the university. A final glance in the mirror shows you're ready.

You make your way to class, the hallways bustling with students who move quickly, their faces set with purpose. As you reach the lecture hall, you take your seat, your heart fluttering in anticipation. Today's class is with Viktor again, and for some reason, you're especially excited. You try to shake the feeling, telling yourself it's just because you're eager to learn, but deep down, you know it's something more.

The lecture begins, and Viktor's voice fills the room, steady and authoritative. But despite your best efforts to focus, your mind keeps wandering. His words blur together as you find yourself staring at him, watching the way he moves, the way his hands gesture as he talks. You can't help it—there's something about him that pulls you in.

You feel your heart race when your gaze lingers a little too long, and a warmth spreads across your cheeks. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you quickly avert your eyes, hoping no one noticed.

Before you can regain your composure, Viktor approaches your desk. He stands beside you, his shadow casting over your papers. "It seems all the other students have left," he says, his voice low and casual, though there's an unreadable expression in his eyes.

You blink, snapping back to reality, and feel the heat rise in your face. "Oh! I... I didn't realize," you stammer, suddenly flustered. Your mind scrambles for something intelligent to say, but nothing comes out.

Viktor offers a small, amused smile at your reaction, his expression softening. "No matter. I wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to swing by the lab later. We can start working together on studying the arcane rune. I believe we can make significant progress if we collaborate."

You nod eagerly, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I'd like that."

The conversation drifts from there, and soon, the bell rings, signaling the end of class. You gather your things and head out, your thoughts preoccupied with the prospect of spending time with Viktor in the lab.

The hours pass in a blur of activity as you prepare yourself to visit the lab. Your mind is a whirl of thoughts—of runes, magic, and Viktor. You try to focus on your work, but all you can think about is the moment you'll spend with him, studying side by side. It's a strange, unfamiliar feeling, but you can't deny that you're looking forward to it.

When the time comes, you head straight to the lab. Viktor is already there, his back turned as he looks over a set of notes at his desk. You step inside, the door closing softly behind you, and immediately feel the weight of the place—the dim light, the papers scattered everywhere, and the smell of old books and metal.

"Ah, (Y/N)," Viktor says, turning around when he hears you enter. "I'm glad you could make it." He gestures to the desk where he's laid out various notes, sketches of the arcane rune, and equations you can barely comprehend. "I've been reviewing the theory behind the rune's magic. There's still so much we don't understand, but perhaps we can make some progress together."

You sit down across from him, scanning the papers he's laid out. Your mind races as you jot down your own notes, discussing various theories with Viktor. His sharp insight and focus are impressive, and you're amazed at how quickly the two of you fall into a rhythm, bouncing ideas off each other.

But as the conversation continues, your nerves start to build again. Your thoughts race, the air feels thicker, and you try to focus on the task at hand. You rise from your seat to get a cup of water to calm your nerves.

But as you reach for the glass, your hand shakes slightly, and you spill the entire contents across the table.

"Ah!" You exclaim in surprise, trying to salvage the situation. But the damage is done. The water splashes across your blouse, soaking through and leaving a visible mark that makes the fabric cling to your skin. You realize, too late, that it's now somewhat see-through, revealing the lace of your bra beneath.

You freeze in embarrassment, acutely aware of Viktor's presence. You can't seem to look him in the eye, suddenly feeling exposed and flustered. Viktor, equally flustered, shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

You quickly grab a nearby cloth, attempting to dab at the spill, though the situation is only getting more awkward by the second. Your face burns, your heart racing as you try to avoid Viktor's gaze.

You shake your head, still feeling flustered, but managing a nervous smile. "It's fine. I'm just... a bit clumsy, I suppose."

Viktor's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, his brow furrowing as if he's trying to process the situation.

"I suppose we should stop now, it's rather late and I don't want to keep you up any longer, you should also go and clean up," he says softly.

The tension lingers in the air, thick with unspoken words. But despite the awkwardness, you can't help but feel the connection growing between you and Viktor, even in the most unexpected of moments.

"Very well, good night Viktor, see you tomorrow", you say calmly, pushing yourself up from the chair and discarding the now somewhat soaked cloth on the table. "Goodnight miss (Y/N)" he says in a stern yet calm voice. The way he speaks, the way he says your name sends shivers down your spine, unlike anyone else before.

You make your way to exit, smiling giddily to yourself before finding your way back to your apartment. As you set foot into your room, you quickly grab a small bite to eat before quickly jumping and then descending into bed. Your thoughts that night consisted mostly of Viktor, his voice, his mannerisms, everything utterly engulfing you. You doze off into peaceful sleep.