Nebulux

Jinx

Jinx is obsessed with your magic. The moment she sees you make something levitate, her eyes light up with excitement, and she’s immediately asking you a million questions.

“Do it again! No, wait—make this float! Or that!”

She’s all about the playful side of your magic and constantly encourages you to use it to cause a little chaos. If you levitate her tools or make tiny sparks dance in the air, she claps like a delighted child.

“Teach me!” she begs, even though she has no patience for the discipline magic requires. And if you ever use your magic to comfort her during a tough moment, she softens considerably. “You’re like my very own sparkly guardian. I like it.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is equal parts impressed and intrigued by your abilities. She’s used to dealing with practicality and logic, so your magic adds a fascinating new dimension to her world.

“Magic, huh?” she says, watching as you float a cup of tea over to her. “That’s… quite the skill.”

She enjoys your playful nature with your magic, even if she pretends to be exasperated when you use it to nudge her hat off her head or make tiny illusions to distract her during work.

But she also recognizes the potential of your abilities and is subtly protective of you, ensuring no one takes advantage of your talent. “You’re extraordinary,” she says one day, her tone serious. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Ekko

Ekko thinks your magic is the coolest thing ever. He’s immediately curious about how it works and loves brainstorming ways you can use it for both practical and fun purposes.

“Okay, so if you can make things float, does that mean you can, like, help with repairs?” he asks, half-joking.

He’s all about teamwork and loves when you use your magic to lend a hand, whether it’s lifting a tool into place or creating tiny lights to brighten a dim workspace. He also doesn’t mind when you use your magic to playfully mess with him—like making droplets of water splash onto his face.

“You’re showing off again,” he says with a laugh. “But I gotta admit, it’s kinda awesome.”

Jayce

Jayce is genuinely impressed by your magical abilities and views them as a fascinating counterpart to his work with Hextech.

“You’ve got to show me how you do that,” he says, watching as you levitate a hammer across the room.

He’s endlessly encouraging and loves watching you practice, offering tips and ideas for how your magic might pair with technology. But he’s also a good sport about your playful antics—like when you make his coffee mug float just out of reach.

“Alright, alright, you win,” he laughs, grabbing it mid-air. “But one day, I’m going to build something to out-magic you.”

Viktor

Viktor is deeply fascinated by your magic, seeing it as a blend of art and science. He’s constantly asking you questions about how it works and whether it has limits.

“Remarkable,” he says, watching as you conjure a tiny spark of light in your hand. “Have you considered refining this skill further?”

He doesn’t mind when you use your magic to playfully tease him, like levitating his cane just out of reach before gently floating it back. He finds it endearing and appreciates the lightheartedness you bring to his often serious world.

But he’s most touched when you use your magic to assist him, whether by carrying something heavy or creating a small light to brighten his workspace. “You have a gift,” he says softly. “And you use it with such kindness.”

Mel

Mel is effortlessly graceful in how she reacts to your magic. She doesn’t show surprise, but there’s a spark of intrigue in her eyes every time you use it.

“You’re full of surprises,” she says with a sly smile as you levitate a piece of jewelry she dropped.

She appreciates the artistry of your abilities and subtly encourages you to refine them. Mel loves when you use your magic to playfully get her attention, like floating a note or a small flower her way during a meeting.

“You certainly know how to make an impression,” she says, her tone teasing but warm.

When you use your magic to help her, like creating a calming atmosphere after a stressful day, she’s genuinely touched. “You have a way of making everything feel a little lighter,” she says, her voice soft.

Jinx

Jinx can be a lot, and she knows it. So when she notices you becoming overstimulated, she actually tones herself down—something she rarely does for anyone else.

“Whoa, too much, huh?” she asks, her voice dropping to a surprisingly gentle level. “Let’s get outta here.”

She’ll whisk you away to a quieter spot, her usual chaotic energy replaced with a rare tenderness. If you go non-verbal, Jinx doesn’t take it personally. Instead, she finds ways to communicate with you that don’t require words.

She might grab a pen and paper for you to write on or use exaggerated gestures to make you smile. “Don’t worry, I get it. Words are overrated anyway.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is incredibly understanding and observant. She notices the signs of overstimulation before it fully sets in and gently guides you away from whatever is causing it.

“Let’s take a moment,” she says softly, her hand lightly resting on your arm.

She’s excellent at creating a calm environment for you, whether it’s by finding a quiet room or just standing with you in comfortable silence. Caitlyn respects your need for space and doesn’t press you to speak if you’re non-verbal.

“I’ll stay right here,” she assures you. “Take all the time you need.”

She’s also great at offering practical solutions, like noise-canceling headphones or a soothing cup of tea, making you feel safe and cared for.

Ekko

Ekko is incredibly patient and empathetic when it comes to your needs. He immediately picks up on the shift in your mood and does everything he can to help.

“Hey, you good?” he asks softly, his tone full of concern.

If you’re overstimulated, he’ll guide you away from the source of stress, taking you to a quieter, more comfortable space. He knows just how overwhelming the world can be and makes sure you feel safe.

If you go non-verbal, Ekko adjusts seamlessly. He doesn’t push you to talk and instead uses non-verbal communication to connect with you, like small hand gestures or offering a comforting touch.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says with a gentle smile. “I’m here.”

Jayce

Jayce is initially a little unsure how to handle the situation, but his genuine care and concern quickly shine through. When he notices you becoming overstimulated, he’s quick to act.

“Let’s take a break,” he suggests, leading you to a quieter spot.

If you go non-verbal, Jayce takes it in stride. He’s respectful of your boundaries and finds ways to make you comfortable without pressuring you to respond.

“Just nod if this is okay,” he says, his tone gentle.

Jayce might overcompensate a little at first, trying to fix everything, but his intentions are always pure. Over time, he becomes a steady and calming presence, someone you can rely on in overwhelming moments.

Viktor

Viktor is incredibly intuitive and adapts quickly to your needs. When he notices you’re overstimulated, he immediately minimizes any external stressors, lowering his voice and dimming any bright lights if you’re in the lab.

“You’re overwhelmed,” he says softly. “Let’s step away for a moment.”

If you go non-verbal, Viktor doesn’t mind. He’s comfortable with silence and uses it as an opportunity to simply be present with you. He might hand you a notebook or tablet to communicate if you wish, but he doesn’t push.

“Take your time,” he says gently. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Mel

Mel is incredibly perceptive and handles the situation with grace and care. She notices the smallest shifts in your demeanor and acts quickly to ease your discomfort.

“Come with me,” she says gently, offering her hand.

She’ll lead you to a serene space, her presence exuding calm and reassurance. If you go non-verbal, Mel respects your silence and doesn’t press you to speak. Instead, she focuses on creating a supportive atmosphere, whether it’s through soothing words or simple actions like holding your hand.

“You don’t need to explain,” she says softly. “Just focus on yourself right now.”

Mel’s unwavering support makes you feel safe and understood, reminding you that you’re never alone in navigating these moments.

She loves the idea of you being tall because it makes you an unstoppable duo. She’ll constantly challenge you to little competitions, like who can reach higher shelves or who can carry the most crates during errands.

When the teasing dies down, she’s openly affectionate about it. “You’re like my personal giant. No one’s messing with us when you’re around.”

Jinx

Jinx has so much fun with your height. The moment she realizes how much taller you are, she turns it into a game. She’ll climb on your back, demand piggyback rides, or use you as a human ladder to grab things she “accidentally” threw too high.

“Hey, stretch! You’re blocking the sun!” she calls out, squinting dramatically even indoors.

She also loves playing with the contrast, sometimes standing on her tiptoes and pretending to be serious about looking you in the eye. But on rare occasions, she genuinely appreciates how safe she feels around you.

“Don’t let it go to your big ol’ head, but…I kinda like having you up there. Makes me feel less tiny in this big, bad world.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is quietly charmed by your height. She doesn’t comment on it right away, but you catch her glancing up at you with a small smile whenever you’re together.

“Would you mind grabbing that for me?” she asks one day, pointing to a shelf far out of her reach.

She finds it amusing how people always assume she’s in charge until you walk in and tower over everyone. It adds to your allure, in her opinion. Caitlyn also enjoys the practicality of your height, especially during missions where your vantage point helps keep things under control.

“You have no idea how much easier you make my job,” she says with a soft chuckle.

Ekko

Ekko loves your height but doesn’t let it faze him. He’s confident and sees it as just another cool thing about you. In fact, he’ll even challenge you to races or fights, acting as if he has every chance to win.

“Okay, tall stuff, but can you keep up?” he teases before dashing off.

He often uses your height to his advantage, asking you to help with repairs in high places or to lift heavy objects. But what really gets him is how protective you can be. He loves the idea of having someone taller who has his back in tough situations.

“Not gonna lie,” he admits, grinning, “it’s kinda nice not being the tallest for once.”

Jayce

Jayce is so impressed by your height. He’s used to being the tall one in the room, so when you come along and rival (or surpass) him, he’s all smiles.

“Finally, someone I don’t have to hunch over to talk to!” he says with a laugh.

He’s endlessly encouraging, especially if you ever feel self-conscious about your height. Jayce will make sure you know how much he admires it, constantly hyping you up in social settings.

“Look at them! Absolutely towering over the competition,” he jokes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

It’s not just admiration, though—Jayce genuinely feels safer and stronger with you by his side.

Viktor

Viktor is quietly fascinated by your height. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but you catch him smiling when you instinctively grab something from a high shelf for him or bend down slightly to hear him better.

“I must admit,” he says one day, a hint of amusement in his tone, “it’s rather convenient having someone of your stature around.”

He’s more practical than playful about it, but there are moments when he lets his guard down. If you’re ever self-conscious, Viktor reassures you in his calm, thoughtful way.

“Your height is just one more thing that makes you unique,” he says. “And I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Mel

Mel is completely unbothered by your height and sees it as just another part of your elegance. In fact, she appreciates how commanding the two of you look when you walk into a room together.

“You have a presence,” she says, her tone rich with admiration. “And your height only adds to it.”

She’ll occasionally use your height to her advantage, asking you to reach things or escort her somewhere with an air of quiet authority.

His love shows in the way he prepares meals for you, always remembering your favorites, even the tiniest details like how much spice you like.

When you’re sitting together, he absentmindedly runs his fingers through your hair or brushes lint off your shirt, all while chatting like it’s nothing.

If you’re feeling tired, he’d gently drape a blanket over your shoulders, placing a glass of water or tea nearby without a word.

His quiet laughter is reserved for you, his eyes crinkling with a warmth that speaks volumes when words feel unnecessary.

Yoongi

The way his hand finds yours without thinking when you’re walking together, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles.

He remembers every little thing you mention, from your favorite snack to that random song you hummed once, and surprises you with it later.

Always makes sure your headphones are untangled and your devices are charged—his way of saying, “I want things to be easier for you.”

Will adjust your scarf or jacket in the cold, his touch lingering just a second longer than needed. “Stay warm,” he’d mutter softly.

His quiet love is in the way he sits with you in comfortable silence, letting you lean against him while he absentmindedly taps his fingers to the rhythm of your breathing.

Hoseok

He has this habit of leaving his warmth behind—wrapping his scarf around your neck or slipping his hoodie over your shoulders without a second thought.

Keeps photos of you on his phone, often smiling at them when he thinks you’re not looking.

When you’re busy or overwhelmed, he brings you little things—a snack, a drink, or even a post-it with a silly doodle to brighten your day.

Hobi loves holding your hand, but more than that, he gives it these little squeezes whenever he feels something for you that words can’t express.

His way of loving you quietly is always putting you first, even in the smallest things like letting you pick the movie or walking on the traffic side of the sidewalk.

Namjoon

His love is in how he listens, not just hearing your words but really absorbing everything you say, filing it away in his mind like it’s sacred.

He always knows when you’re feeling overwhelmed, guiding you to a quieter space without making a fuss, his hand steady on your lower back.

Will leave his books open to passages he thinks you’d love, casually mentioning later, “I thought of you when I read this.”

Loves writing little poems or scribbles for you, leaving them where he knows you’ll find them. “It’s nothing,” he’ll say, but the look in his eyes says otherwise.

When you’re near him, he always makes space for you—moving things out of your way or sliding closer to you without a word, just so you feel included.

Jimin

Loves brushing your hair out of your face with the gentlest touch, his fingers lingering against your skin like he doesn’t want to let go.

When you’re not looking, he’ll fix the way your scarf or necklace sits, his voice soft. “There, now it’s perfect.”

Will always notice when you’re cold, quietly slipping his arm around you or tucking your hands into his pockets to warm them up.

If you’re sad or tired, he’ll sit beside you, leaning his head against yours. He doesn’t need words to let you know he’s there.

You’ll catch him watching you sometimes, a tender smile tugging at his lips as he softly says, “You’re so beautiful, you know?”

Taehyung

His love is in the way he looks at you—like you’re the only person in the room, his eyes soft and filled with quiet adoration.

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, adjusting the cushions or handing you a blanket when you’re sitting together. “Can’t have you getting cold,” he’d say with a small grin.

Loves to hum songs under his breath when you’re close, the sound wrapping around you like a warm hug.

When you’re having a bad day, he’ll silently hand you his hoodie or pull you into his chest, no words, just warmth.

Leaves behind little sketches or doodles of you in his notebooks, his quiet way of showing you’re always on his mind.

Jungkook

Always notices the tiniest things, like when your shoelace is undone or you’re fidgeting with your sleeves. “Come here,” he’d say softly, fixing it for you without hesitation.

Loves tucking you under his arm, pressing his cheek against your head as if to silently say, I’ve got you.

If he sees you struggling with something, he doesn’t ask—he just quietly takes over, his actions speaking louder than words.

He’ll leave random little gifts for you—your favorite drink, a snack, or even a silly keychain he thought you’d like.

When he catches you staring at him, he doesn’t tease. Instead, he smiles shyly and says, “What? I just like being near you.”

If you’re flustered, he leans in closer, his voice dropping just a little. “You’re so adorable when you blush. Do you know how much I love that?”

He has a knack for making you feel at ease, especially in public, sliding his hand into yours like it’s the most natural thing. “You’re safe with me, okay?”

When it’s just the two of you, he becomes softer, his teasing replaced with a quiet kind of affection. “I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

Will wrap you up in his arms out of nowhere, holding you close and murmuring, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Yoongi

He doesn’t say much, but the way he looks at you says everything—soft eyes that linger just a little too long, a small smile playing at his lips.

“You’re nervous again, aren’t you?” he’d ask quietly, his hand brushing yours before holding it. “It’s okay. You’re with me.”

If you’re hiding your face, he’d tilt his head, pretending to look around. “Where’d you go? Come back to me,” he’d tease softly, coaxing you out of your shell.

His touch is always subtle but reassuring—resting a hand on your knee when you’re sitting together or tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

When you finally relax and lean against him, he lets out a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple. “See? You’re fine. I’ve got you.”

Hoseok

Hobi’s sunshine energy completely wraps around you, making it impossible to stay shy for long. “Why are you so cute when you’re flustered? It’s not fair to my heart!”

Loves to pull you into his lap when you’re feeling quiet, his arms circling you protectively. “You’re safe here. Don’t even think about running away.”

Whispers sweet reassurances in your ear when he feels you tense up. “It’s just me, babe. You’re doing great.”

Gently cups your cheeks when you’re too shy to meet his eyes, leaning in close. “You’re not allowed to look away from me. I need to see that beautiful face.”

If you get embarrassed, he’ll just hold you tighter, nuzzling into your neck with a soft laugh. “I could stay like this forever, you know.”

Namjoon

Notices your shyness immediately but never points it out—he just naturally adjusts to make you feel comfortable. “No pressure, love. I’ll always wait for you.”

When you’re too shy to speak, he gently brushes your hand with his, his voice soft. “You don’t have to say anything. Just being here is enough.”

Loves sitting close to you, his hand resting on your thigh or his arm draped around your shoulders. “You’re so small like this. I kinda like it.”

Will catch you off guard with quiet compliments, his gaze steady. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re being all shy like this?”

When you finally open up, he listens so intently, leaning in with a soft smile. “You’re incredible, you know that? I love hearing your thoughts.”

Jimin

Absolutely thrives on how flustered you get, his grin turning mischievous as he leans in. “Why are you blushing? Did I do something?”

Loves sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, his voice teasing. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see that pretty face.”

Is so gentle when you’re overwhelmed, his touch feather-light as he brushes his thumb across your cheek. “It’s okay. I’m right here. Take your time.”

Will randomly kiss your forehead, grinning when you gasp. “What? You’re cute. I couldn’t help it.”

Loves the way you melt into his hugs, his hands running up and down your back. “See? I told you you’re safe with me.”

Taehyung

Loves to rest his forehead against yours when you’re feeling shy, his voice low and playful. “Why are you being so quiet? Are you hiding something from me?”

Gently cups your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing your cheeks. “You’re so soft. I could stare at you all day.”

Will randomly pull you into a slow dance in the middle of the room, swaying gently. “You’re safe here, with me. No one else matters.”

Whispers silly little compliments that make your heart flutter. “You know, I think the stars get jealous of you. You’re way prettier.”

Loves how you snuggle into him when you’re shy, his lips brushing the top of your head. “Stay here with me a little longer, okay?”

Jungkook

Gets shy right along with you but quickly turns it into a soft laugh. “We’re a good match, huh? Both of us all awkward and cute.”

When you get flustered, he can’t help but grin, leaning in just enough to make your heart race. “You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

Loves holding your hand, his thumb gently rubbing circles over your skin. “This helps, right? Me holding you like this?”

Will scoop you up in his arms if you’re hiding from him, spinning you around until you’re giggling. “There’s that smile I love!”

When it’s just the two of you, he’s extra soft, tucking you into his side and whispering, “You’re perfect to me, you know that?”

Loves to reach for things on high shelves, even if you can technically get them with a stool. “Why struggle when you have me?” he’d say dramatically.

Secretly adores how he can easily pull you into his arms and rest his chin on your head.

Playfully uses your head as an armrest, but the moment you glare at him, he’s quick to shower you with apologies and kisses.

Always makes sure you’re comfortable in crowds, standing protectively behind you so you don’t feel overwhelmed.

Yoongi

Rarely comments on your height outright but has a sly smirk every time you ask for help reaching something.

“Don’t worry,” he’d tease, “that’s what I’m here for.” But then he’d casually grab the item like it’s no big deal.

Loves how perfectly you fit against him when you hug, muttering things like, “You’re easier to keep close like this.”

If anyone else teases you about your height, he’s quick to shut them down with a calm but firm, “What’s wrong with it?”

Finds it adorable when you get flustered trying to prove you can do things without his help.

Hoseok

Thinks your height is the cutest thing ever and isn’t shy about saying so. “You’re pocket-sized! How perfect is that?”

Loves bending down to hug you, wrapping you completely in his warmth.

Constantly points out height differences with a laugh, like when you try to wear his clothes and they’re comically oversized.

Always crouches a little to meet your eye level when you’re talking, even if it’s unnecessary.

Will randomly lift you off the ground in bear hugs, spinning you around and saying, “You’re too cute to stay mad at me!”

Namjoon

Finds your height endlessly endearing and can’t resist softly teasing you about it. “It’s okay, you’re tall in personality,” he’d joke with a warm smile.

Feels a bit guilty when he realizes how often you have to ask him to grab things from high shelves, so he starts rearranging things to be within your reach.

Constantly bumps into door frames or low ceilings and then grins sheepishly at you. “Must be nice not having this problem.”

Likes to rest his hand on your shoulder while walking together, his long stride naturally slowing to match yours.

When he hugs you, you feel completely enveloped, and he always adds a soft, “You fit so perfectly right here.”

Jimin

Adores your height because it gives him a chance to finally not be the shortest. “Finally, someone shorter than me!” he’d tease while giggling.

Loves how he can be both the cute one and the “oppa,” alternating between showing off and melting from your affection.

Constantly gives you forehead kisses, saying, “It’s just the right height for me.”

Playfully pretends to be taller than he is when he’s around you, stretching dramatically until you can’t stop laughing.

Will always reach for things you need, jokingly calling himself your “personal ladder.”

Taehyung

Thinks your height is precious and acts like it’s a secret treasure only he gets to admire. “You’re so small,” he’d whisper, grinning as he pokes your cheek.

Loves resting his chin on your head, humming softly as he does it.

Will playfully squat or kneel beside you, exaggerating his own height just to make you laugh.

Offers his arm for you to hold onto in crowds, saying, “Don’t get lost, tiny one,” with a wink.

Randomly picks you up bridal style, declaring, “You’re light as a feather,” and refuses to put you down until you laugh.

Jungkook

Initially shy about bringing up your height, but he can’t help pointing out how much smaller your hands are compared to his.

Finds it adorable when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him, sometimes leaning back just to tease you.

Loves to ruffle your hair, grinning when you pout and say, “You’re messing it up!”

Always offers to carry heavy things for you, saying, “It’s okay, you’re small but you're strong”

Secretly cherishes how he can easily protect you, wrapping you up in his jacket or holding you close when it’s cold.

“It’s nothing,” you mumbled, brushing it off.

But Vi wasn’t letting it go. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Her sincerity caught you off guard. You hesitated before lifting your shirt just enough to show her. Her expression softened as she leaned closer, her brows furrowing.

“That must’ve been tough,” she said quietly, her fingers hovering near the scar but not touching without permission. “But you’re one strong person, you know that?”

Her smile returned, warm and full of pride. “I’ll make sure you never have to go through something like that again.”

Jinx

Jinx’s attention to detail was uncanny, so when she noticed the scar peeking out from beneath your cropped shirt, her head tilted curiously.

“Whoa, what’s that?” she blurted, pointing with zero hesitation.

You flinched at her reaction, pulling your shirt down quickly. “It’s nothing, Jinx.”

But Jinx wasn’t letting it go. “Nothing? That looks like a story! Did you wrestle a beast or something? Please tell me you did!”

You sighed, realizing she wouldn’t drop it until you explained. Lifting your shirt slightly, you revealed the jagged mark. Jinx’s eyes widened, but instead of her usual chaotic energy, her tone shifted to something softer.

“That’s… really something,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the air near it like she was inspecting an important piece of art. “You okay?”

Her blue eyes locked with yours, and for once, there was nothing but care in her expression. “If someone hurt you, they’d better hope they never cross paths with me.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn noticed the scar when the two of you were sparring. You moved, and your shirt rode up just enough for her to catch a glimpse. She didn’t say anything immediately, but her sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing.

After practice, she approached you, her tone gentle but direct. “I noticed something earlier. On your side. Are you alright?”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. “It’s old,” you finally said, trying to wave it off.

But Caitlyn’s concern didn’t waver. “Old or not, it must have been significant. Can I… see it?”

Her request was so respectful, her concern so genuine, that you found yourself lifting your shirt to show her. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she studied the scar, her hand hovering near but never touching.

“I’m sorry you went through that,” she said softly. “But you’re here, and that’s what matters most to me.”

Her words carried so much warmth that you felt a sense of peace settle in your chest.

Ekko

Ekko spotted the scar during a quiet afternoon at the Firelight hideout. You stretched, your shirt riding up just enough to reveal a flash of it. His brows furrowed, concern flickering across his face.

“Hey, what’s that?” he asked, sitting up straighter.

You froze, instinctively pulling your shirt down. “It’s nothing, Ekko.”

But Ekko wasn’t buying it. “That didn’t look like nothing,” he said gently. “You can talk to me, you know.”

After a moment, you sighed and lifted your shirt just enough to show him. His eyes widened, and he leaned closer, his gaze softening.

“That must’ve been painful,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “But it didn’t stop you. You’re still here, still incredible.”

His gentle smile told you he wasn’t judging—he was proud of your strength. “You’ve got my back, and I’ve got yours. Always.”

Jayce

Jayce was mid-conversation with you when he noticed the scar peeking out from your shirt. He stopped talking abruptly, his expression shifting to one of concern.

“Hey, what’s that?” he asked gently, pointing toward your side.

“It’s nothing,” you said quickly, pulling your shirt down.

Jayce frowned but didn’t press. Instead, he gave you a kind smile. “If you’re comfortable talking about it, I’m here.”

His patience made you feel safe enough to show him. You lifted your shirt slightly, revealing the scar. Jayce’s expression tightened, not in anger but in protective worry.

“Whoever or whatever caused this…” he started, his voice soft but firm, “I hope you know how strong you are for coming through it.”

When he noticed your discomfort, he smiled warmly. “You’re amazing, scar and all. Don’t ever forget that.”

Viktor

Viktor noticed the scar during one of your late-night conversations in the lab. You reached for something on a high shelf, and your shirt lifted just enough for him to see it.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, concern flickering across his face. “(Y/N),” he said softly, “may I ask what happened there?”

You paused, unsure how to answer. “It’s… an old scar. It’s fine.”

Viktor didn’t press, but the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “May I see it?” he asked, his tone kind.

When you showed him, lifting your shirt just enough to reveal the scar, he studied it silently for a moment. Then he looked back at you, his expression full of empathy.

“I’m sorry you went through something like that,” he said softly. “But it’s clear how strong you are. That’s something to be proud of.”

Mel

Mel noticed the scar when you walked into the room wearing a cropped shirt for the first time. Her gaze flicked to your side briefly, but she didn’t comment immediately, waiting until the two of you were alone.

“(Y/N),” she began, her voice soft but steady, “I couldn’t help but notice… your side. Are you alright?”

You hesitated, her concern catching you off guard. “It’s just an old scar,” you said, trying to dismiss it.

But Mel wasn’t one to let things slide. “Old or not, it’s part of your story. And I’d like to understand, if you’re comfortable sharing.”

Her calm, empathetic tone made it easier to lift your shirt and show her. She studied it with quiet intensity, her fingers brushing close but never touching without permission.

“You’ve been through so much,” she said softly, her voice filled with admiration. “But you’re still here, and you’re still incredible. That’s something no scar can ever take away.”

She’s always been fiercely loyal, and seeing you align with her enemies feels like a personal stab. She storms toward you, fists clenched, prepared to fight—but she hesitates. You’re not just anyone.

“Why are you doing this?” she demands, desperation seeping into her tone. “We’re supposed to be on the same side!”

If you explain your reasoning, Vi struggles to process it. Even if she understands your motives, it doesn’t erase the pain. She’ll try to reason with you, to bring you back, but if you refuse, her trust in you shatters.

“You’re better than this,” she says softly before turning away, leaving both of you with an aching void where your bond used to be.

Jinx

Jinx takes it the hardest, her mind spiraling the second she learns of your betrayal. To her, loyalty is everything—and losing you feels like yet another cruel twist in her chaotic world.

“Is this some kind of joke?” she sneers, though her voice wavers. “You’re with them now?”

Her pain manifests as anger, and she’ll lash out at you with wild accusations and dangerous threats. But beneath the rage is a girl who feels abandoned, her fragile trust broken yet again.

“If you’re gonna turn your back on me, fine!” she shouts, her hands trembling as she grips her weapon. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Jinx might try to prove a point by being even more reckless in battle, desperate to show she doesn’t need you. But deep down, every encounter with you on the opposing side chips away at her already fragile psyche.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s reaction is cold and calculating at first. She’s always been one to think logically, and she tries to approach your betrayal with the same mindset. But it doesn’t stop the ache in her chest.

“I trusted you,” she says quietly, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. “I believed in you.”

Caitlyn confronts you directly, trying to understand your reasoning. If she finds out you have a noble cause, she might wrestle with her emotions, torn between her duty and her lingering feelings for you.

“Do you really believe this is the right thing to do?” she asks, her voice softening.

But if your reasons seem selfish or misguided, Caitlyn won’t hesitate to do what she must to stop you. Her resolve hardens, and while it hurts her deeply, she’ll fight against you for the greater good.

Ekko

Ekko feels like the wind has been knocked out of him when he learns you’ve joined the opposing side. For someone who’s seen so much loss and betrayal, your defection feels like a personal failure.

“How could you do this?” he asks, his voice trembling. “You were part of us. Part of me.”

Ekko seeks answers, desperate to understand why you’ve turned against him. He’ll try to talk you down, appealing to the bond you once shared.

“This isn’t you,” he says firmly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. “Come back. It’s not too late.”

But if you refuse, Ekko won’t hold back. He fights with a heavy heart, every strike a reminder of what he’s lost. Still, he holds onto hope, believing that one day he can bring you back to his side.

Jayce

Jayce’s reaction is a mix of disbelief and anger. He’s someone who puts his trust in people, and your betrayal feels like a slap in the face.

“I thought we were fighting for the same thing,” he says, his voice laced with frustration. “What happened to you?”

Jayce tries to reason with you, relying on logic and shared ideals to sway you. He’s confident he can bring you back—at least at first.

“We can fix this,” he insists. “You don’t have to do this.”

But if you stand firm, Jayce’s resolve hardens. While he hates the idea of fighting you, his commitment to his cause outweighs his personal feelings.

“I won’t let you stand in the way of progress,” he says, though his voice wavers slightly.

Viktor

Viktor’s reaction is quiet and contemplative. He doesn’t confront you immediately, instead trying to piece together your motives on his own.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” he admits when he finally speaks to you, his tone neutral but his eyes filled with disappointment.

Viktor tries to appeal to your intellect, presenting logical arguments against your actions. He believes he can convince you to see things his way, and he approaches the situation with an almost clinical detachment.

“You’re making a mistake,” he says calmly. “But it’s not too late to correct it.”

If you don’t budge, Viktor’s disappointment deepens, but he won’t let it cloud his judgment. He’ll fight against you if he has to, though it’s clear the decision weighs heavily on him.

Mel

Mel’s reaction is subtle but no less powerful. She masks her emotions well, but beneath her composed exterior is a deep sense of betrayal.

“I didn’t expect this from you,” she says softly, her tone measured. “I thought you believed in what we were building.”

Mel doesn’t waste time with emotional pleas. Instead, she tries to outmaneuver you, using her cunning and strategic mind to counter your actions. But in private moments, the weight of your betrayal hits her hard.

“Was it all a lie?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mel respects your choices, even if she doesn’t agree with them. But she’ll do whatever it takes to protect her vision, even if it means standing against you.

“(Y/N), I can handle it,” she argued, her voice carrying that familiar edge. But the way her eyes softened told you she appreciated your concern, even if she wouldn’t say it outright.

When things went south—as they often did in Zaun—you didn’t hesitate. Charging into danger, standing your ground against anyone threatening her, and putting her needs above your own had become second nature. After one particularly brutal fight, you found Vi bruised and battered but alive, your own knuckles bloodied from what you had to do to keep her safe.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Vi muttered, wincing as you patched her up.

You looked her dead in the eye. “I’d let Zaun burn before I let anyone hurt you.”

Vi didn’t respond right away, but the way she squeezed your hand told you everything.

Jinx

Jinx was chaos incarnate, a whirlwind of mischief and destruction. Most people either feared her or stayed far, far away. But not you.

You saw the vulnerability beneath her manic energy, the little sister who had lost so much. You were the first to defend her, to step between her and those who judged her too harshly.

“Hey,” you snapped, your voice sharp as you blocked the path of someone bad-mouthing Jinx. “Say another word about her, and you’ll regret it.”

When Jinx caught wind of your protective streak, she didn’t know how to react at first. She was used to people abandoning her, not standing by her side. But as time went on, she leaned into it, testing the limits of your loyalty with her wild schemes.

One night, after a particularly risky plan that ended with the two of you hiding out in a crumbling safehouse, Jinx flopped onto the floor beside you. “You’re crazy, you know that?” she said, a grin tugging at her lips.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, ruffling her hair.

Her grin widened, but her voice turned soft. “Thanks for not giving up on me.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn was used to handling herself. As an Enforcer, she’d been trained to deal with danger and never rely on anyone. But when you came into her life, she learned what it was like to have someone truly in her corner.

You had a knack for showing up at the right time, whether it was pulling Caitlyn out of a tough spot or standing up for her when others underestimated her. Once, during a high-stakes mission in Piltover, you caught wind of a plot against her and intervened before she even knew she was in danger.

“You knew,” Caitlyn said later, her voice a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

“I always know when you’re in trouble,” you replied with a shrug, brushing off her thanks. “And I always will.”

Your fierce protectiveness didn’t go unnoticed. Caitlyn often tried to return the favor, but you were stubborn. “Let me be there for you too,” she said one night after you had risked too much for her again.

“Not a chance,” you said, smiling. “That’s what big sisters are for.”

Ekko

Ekko was resilient, but even he had moments when the weight of leadership threatened to crush him. In those moments, you were his anchor, reminding him he wasn’t alone.

When someone dared to question Ekko’s leadership of the Firelights, you stepped forward, your voice sharp and unwavering. “If you’ve got a problem with him, you’ve got a problem with me.”

Ekko didn’t say much after the confrontation, but later that night, as the two of you sat overlooking the Undercity, he turned to you with a small smile. “You don’t have to fight my battles for me, you know.”

“Too bad,” you said, leaning back. “You’re stuck with me.”

Your loyalty wasn’t just words; it was in the way you stood by him, no matter how dangerous things got. When Ekko doubted himself, you were there to remind him of his worth. “The Firelights need you,” you said one night. “And I’d go through hell to make sure they don’t lose you.”

Jayce

Jayce was no stranger to pressure. As the golden boy of Piltover, he was constantly under scrutiny. That’s where you came in, fiercely protective of him in a way that often surprised him.

When tensions ran high during council meetings, and the others turned on him, you didn’t hesitate to step in. “Jayce has done more for this city than any of you,” you said, your voice cutting through the room. “Maybe show some gratitude.”

He pulled you aside afterward, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “You don’t have to go to war for me, you know.”

“Too late,” you replied with a smirk.

Jayce often tried to shield you from the backlash his work brought, but you wouldn’t hear of it. “I’d burn every bridge in Piltover if it meant keeping you safe,” you told him one evening, your tone serious.

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.” But the gratitude in his eyes said it all.

Viktor

Viktor was used to being overlooked, dismissed, and underestimated. But not by you.

When others questioned his work or his health became a concern, you were the first to step in. “If you have something to say about him, say it to me,” you said sharply during one tense exchange with a council member.

Viktor pulled you aside afterward, his brow furrowed. “You don’t need to defend me like that,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Someone has to,” you replied firmly.

Your protectiveness extended to the smallest details, like making sure he ate during long workdays or quietly taking on tasks to ease his burden. Viktor would often catch you in the act, shaking his head with a small smile. “You’re relentless,” he said once, his tone affectionate.

“And you’re worth it,” you shot back without hesitation.

Mel

Mel didn’t often let people close, but you were an exception. You saw through her composed exterior, recognizing the weight she carried.

When her position on the council put her at odds with dangerous players, you were always there, a silent but fierce guardian. “You’ll have to get through me first,” you told a rival councilor one day, your voice cold as ice.

Mel later approached you, her expression unreadable. “You don’t have to fight my battles,” she said, though there was no mistaking the gratitude in her tone.

“Maybe not,” you replied. “But I will.”

She rarely showed vulnerability, but when she did, you were the first person she turned to. “You’d really let the world burn for me, wouldn’t you?” she asked one evening, a faint smile playing on her lips.

“Without question,” you said, and she believed you.

You expected her to brush it off—Vi wasn’t exactly the sentimental type—but instead, she stepped closer, her presence grounding. “Look,” she said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “whatever creepy nightmare’s got you stuck, I’m punching it for you, got it?”

Her words were simple, but they hit hard. She stayed close on nights she noticed you were more restless, sometimes dragging a chair to sit near your bed, her boots propped up on the frame. “You’re not alone,” she’d murmur if you stirred awake in a panic. “I’ve got you.”

And she did. Always.

Jinx

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jinx interrupted as you tried to explain. She waved her hands in the air, wide-eyed. “So you’re awake but can’t move? And it feels like… what? A ghost sitting on you? Ugh, creepy!”

Her reaction was… very Jinx. But she didn’t brush it off, either. If anything, she got hyper-fixated on trying to “fix” it for you. “Maybe I could rig up something! Like, an anti-nightmare zapper! Or, ooh, a thingy to, like, shake you awake if it happens again!”

When it actually happened, though—when you woke up frozen, your breath stuck in your chest—Jinx dropped the theatrics. She was by your side in a heartbeat, tilting her head to look at you. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice softer than usual. “It’s just your brain being weird, okay? You’re safe.”

She’d flop beside you on the bed, all limbs and warmth, her rambling distracting you from the lingering fear.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s reaction was measured, thoughtful. When you told her about your sleep paralysis, she listened intently, her hand resting lightly on yours. “That must be… terrifying,” she said, her voice steady but laced with empathy. “Thank you for telling me.”

And that wasn’t just a polite response. Caitlyn made it her mission to help you feel more at ease. She started researching remedies and techniques, from adjusting your bedtime routine to suggesting a dim, warm light for your room.

When you woke up from an episode, Caitlyn was always calm, always present. “You’re alright,” she’d say softly, brushing a hand over your hair. “It’s over now. Breathe with me.”

Her voice, her touch—everything about her presence felt like a safe harbor after a storm.

Ekko

Ekko didn’t need much explanation; he got it almost immediately. “I’ve had dreams like that,” he admitted, leaning back against the wall. “Feels like you’re drowning, right? Like you’re trapped.”

He wasn’t dismissive—far from it. Ekko offered to crash at your place whenever you were feeling particularly anxious. If an episode struck, he’d be there the second you could move again, a warm drink already in his hand.

“You’re tougher than you think,” he’d say, handing you the cup. “Next time, when it happens, remember this: it’s just a trick. It can’t hurt you.”

His words stuck with you, even in the moments when fear clawed at your chest.

Jayce

Jayce had trouble wrapping his head around it at first. “Wait, so… you’re awake, but your body’s stuck? That’s—man, that sounds awful.”

Despite his initial confusion, Jayce took it seriously. He started brainstorming ways to make your nights less stressful, even crafting little gadgets to help you feel safer—like a motion-sensitive light that filled your room with a soft glow.

“I know it’s not much,” he said sheepishly, setting it up by your bed. “But if it helps even a little…”

When an episode struck, Jayce would stay with you afterward, his big hands holding yours as he reassured you. “It’s over now,” he’d say, his voice warm and steady. “You’ve got this.”

Viktor

Viktor’s reaction was quiet but deeply understanding. “I can’t imagine how that feels,” he admitted, his golden eyes fixed on you. “But you’re not facing it alone anymore.”

He spent hours researching, piecing together theories and potential solutions. He even programmed a soothing audio loop for you—a soft blend of ambient sounds and his voice, designed to ground you if you woke up in the middle of an episode.

When it happened, Viktor’s presence was a lifeline. He’d sit close, his hand resting lightly on yours as his voice—calm and reassuring—filled the silence. “It’s alright,” he’d whisper. “You’re safe now. Just breathe.”

Mel

Mel’s reaction was one of quiet strength. “That must be terrifying,” she said, her voice steady but filled with empathy. “But you’re not alone in this.”

She encouraged you to talk about it whenever you needed to, her composure making it easier to open up. Mel also suggested small changes—like silk bedding or soft candlelight—to make your space feel more comforting.

When the paralysis struck, Mel was the first thing you saw once you could move again, her hand tracing slow circles over your back. “It’s over,” she’d murmur. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

Her unwavering presence was a comfort that lingered long after the fear subsided.

"Why didn’t you say something? You don’t have to go through this alone," she’d say with a mix of concern and determination. Vi would adjust her habits to accommodate your needs without making a big deal of it. Whether it’s slowing her pace during walks or offering her arm for support, she’d always find a way to make you feel cared for. She’d also try to make you laugh when things are tough: "Guess you’ve got a built-in excuse to skip leg day, huh?"

Jinx

Jinx would likely struggle to understand at first—she’s not great with subtlety—but once she gets it, she’d dive headfirst into helping you feel better.

"You’re like, secretly a superhero, huh? Dealing with all that pain and still kicking butt?" She’d try to distract you from the pain with her antics or by crafting quirky gadgets designed to make your life easier. Sometimes, her energy might be overwhelming, but her heart is always in the right place. She’d take any negative comments from others personally, becoming your most chaotic defender.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn would be incredibly observant, picking up on your discomfort even if you try to hide it. She’d approach the topic gently, giving you the space to share as much or as little as you want.

"Thank you for telling me. I can’t imagine how strong you must be to deal with this every day." Caitlyn would quietly adjust her plans to accommodate you, making sure there are plenty of rest breaks or choosing activities that don’t strain your body. Her respect for your resilience would only grow, and she’d always remind you to prioritize your health, even if it meant canceling plans.

Ekko

Ekko would take the news with a mix of curiosity and admiration. He’s had his fair share of struggles and knows what it’s like to push through challenges.

"Man, you’re tougher than most people I know," he’d say, his tone filled with sincerity. Ekko would be proactive in finding ways to support you, whether it’s building a device to ease strain on your joints or offering a shoulder to lean on—literally. He’d also be great at helping you navigate the emotional toll, always reminding you of your worth and encouraging you to rest when you need it.

Jayce

Jayce’s reaction would be immediate concern followed by a flood of ideas.

"Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could’ve built something to help!" He’d want to learn everything about hypermobile EDS, diving into research and brainstorming inventions tailored to your needs. While his enthusiasm might be overwhelming at times, his intentions would always be genuine. He’d also be your biggest cheerleader, constantly marveling at your strength and determination.

Viktor

Viktor would relate to you on a deeply personal level, having faced physical limitations himself.

"You shouldn’t feel the need to hide your pain," he’d say, his voice soft but firm. Viktor would approach the situation with practicality and empathy, offering both emotional support and potential mechanical solutions to ease your discomfort. He’d admire your resilience, often drawing parallels between your struggles and his own. "You are proof that strength comes in many forms," he’d tell you, his gaze filled with quiet admiration.

Mel

Mel would handle the situation with grace and compassion. She’d never make you feel like a burden and would be proactive in creating an environment where you feel comfortable.

"You endure so much, yet you carry it with such poise," she’d say, her tone full of respect. Mel would subtly advocate for you, ensuring others are mindful of your needs without drawing unnecessary attention. If you ever doubted your strength, she’d remind you of all the ways you inspire those around you.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" she’d ask, her tone not accusatory but genuinely confused. When you explain it wasn’t something you wanted to share openly, she’d nod, understanding immediately. From then on, she’s fiercely protective of you, often cracking jokes to make you feel comfortable. "Hey, at least you won’t get cold feet, right?" But the softness in her eyes when she sees you adjusting your gloves says everything about how much she admires your strength.

Jinx

Jinx would probably notice something was off way before anyone else. Maybe she’d catch a glimpse of your hands moving in a way that didn’t feel "natural." When she finally discovers the truth, she’d be thrilled—"Oh, my gosh! You’re like a walking art piece!"

Jinx would constantly ask if she could decorate your prosthetics, pulling out paints, stickers, or gadgets she made herself. "C’mon, just one teeny tiny bomb launcher in your arm? Pleeease?" But underneath the playful exterior, she’d be deeply respectful of your boundaries and quick to stand up to anyone who dared make a comment about your prosthetics.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn would notice small hints—a clicking sound, the way your movements were precise but deliberate—but would never press you on it. When she does find out, likely through you opening up to her, she’d be calm and measured.

"Thank you for trusting me," she’d say sincerely. Caitlyn would want to learn everything about your prosthetics—how they work, how they’re maintained, and if you need any support. She’d quietly ensure you have access to any resources or help you need, even going so far as to consult mechanics or tinkerers on your behalf without ever overstepping your boundaries.

Ekko

Ekko would probably find out during a repair session or a mission gone wrong. His reaction would be pure curiosity and awe.

"Wait, hold up—this is so cool," he’d say, crouching down to inspect your prosthetics (with your permission). "Did you build these? Who helped you? Can I?" He’d be deeply respectful of your privacy but would eagerly want to help upgrade or maintain your prosthetics if you’re okay with it. Ekko would see your prosthetics as a testament to your resilience and resourcefulness, often bringing it up when someone underestimates you: "They’ve literally rebuilt themselves. What’ve you done lately?"

Jayce

Jayce would probably find out when you were in a situation where your prosthetics needed repairs. He’d jump in to help, his mind immediately going into engineer mode.

"Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? I could’ve helped you fine-tune these!" he’d say, clearly excited about the tech aspect. Jayce would want to involve you in the process, asking for your input and being genuinely respectful of your preferences. He’d also be the first to defend you if anyone made insensitive remarks, using his voice and status to shut them down instantly.

Viktor

Viktor would notice right away, his keen eye picking up on the small details you thought you were hiding. He wouldn’t say anything until you were ready to tell him, though. When you do, he’d be remarkably calm and empathetic.

"I understand what it’s like to live with… modifications," he’d say softly, gesturing to his own cane or leg brace. Viktor would admire your prosthetics for their functionality and beauty, offering subtle suggestions for improvements if you were open to it. He’d be the one to remind you that your prosthetics don’t define you but are instead a symbol of your strength.

Mel

Mel would approach the revelation with grace and tact. If she noticed something odd beforehand, she wouldn’t press you about it, waiting until you were comfortable enough to share. When you finally reveal your prosthetics, she’d offer you a warm, understanding smile.

"You’ve been carrying this secret all on your own," she’d say, her voice gentle but firm. "You don’t need to hide from me." Mel would never let anyone else treat you differently because of your prosthetics and would praise your strength and elegance often. She might even commission custom pieces to adorn your prosthetics if you were comfortable with it, seeing them as a unique extension of your beauty.

You heard the soft shuffle of socks against the hardwood before Yoongi’s voice broke the quiet. “Why are you sitting here all alone?” His tone was low, teasing, like he already knew the answer.

You glanced up to see him standing there, hair a little messy, wearing one of those oversized sweaters that practically swallowed him whole. He looked so comfortable it almost hurt. “Just thinking,” you murmured, your lips tugging into a small smile.

“Hmm.” He didn’t say anything else, just disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. When he came back, he had two mugs in his hands, steam curling lazily up from both. He handed you one without a word, settling down beside you and pulling the blanket over his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You looked down at the hot chocolate, the marshmallows bobbing near the rim of the mug, and smiled a little wider. “You didn’t have to do this.”

He shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “Didn’t feel right without something warm. It’s a rainy day tradition, isn’t it?”

You snorted softly, but your chest felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with the drink. Yoongi always acted like these little gestures weren’t a big deal, but you knew better.

For a while, neither of you said much, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward, just easy. His hand found yours under the blanket, his fingers slipping between yours like they belonged there. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter than the rain. “I like this.”

You tilted your head to look at him. “What, sitting in silence?”

He gave you a soft, sideways smile. “Yeah. You. This.”

Your breath caught for a second before you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so cheesy.”

He chuckled, squeezing your hand gently as his cheeks flushed the faintest shade of pink. “And you’re too affectionate,” he teased, but the way his eyes softened said he didn’t mean it at all.

The rain kept falling, and you stayed like that, close and warm, until the world outside faded completely.

The days after are a blur of numbness and anger. She avoids everyone, finding solace only in the empty spaces you used to fill. Your death becomes a catalyst for her fierce determination to protect those who can’t protect themselves, but every victory feels hollow without you.

Jinx

She’s laughing nervously, trying to brush off how serious your injuries are. “This is just another mess we’ll get out of, right?” she says, her eyes wide and frantic. But when you go still, something inside her shatters. Jinx spirals, turning her grief into a destructive force. She lashes out at anyone who tries to comfort her, building weapons to channel the rage she can’t escape. Yet, in her quiet moments, she sits with the memory of you, sketching your face over and over in her journal. The pages are messy, chaotic, but they’re her only tether to the part of her heart that still aches for you.

Caitlyn

She’s kneeling at your side, her hands steady but her voice trembling. “Hold on, please. Just hold on,” she begs, her polished exterior cracking as she fights to keep you alive. But when your breathing slows, and your hand slips from hers, Caitlyn freezes. She blames herself endlessly. If she’d planned better, acted quicker, you’d still be here. The grief consumes her, but it doesn’t stop her. Every mission she undertakes, every life she saves, is in your name. She keeps something small of yours—perhaps a locket or a note—tucked away, a quiet reminder of the person who inspired her to be better.

Ekko

Ekko is screaming for help, tears streaming down his face as he cradles you. “Don’t do this to me,” he pleads, his voice breaking. When you go limp, he doesn’t let go, rocking back and forth as the realization sets in. After your death, Ekko throws himself into the Firelights, using his grief as fuel. He paints murals of you, your likeness a beacon of hope for Zaun. But late at night, when he’s alone, he lets himself feel the loss fully, tracing the lines of your face in his memory and wishing he’d had more time.

Jayce

Jayce refuses to believe it’s over. “You’re going to be fine,” he insists, his voice trembling as he presses his coat against your wound. He’s already running through solutions in his head, desperate for something, anything, to save you. But when your eyes close for the last time, he crumbles. He isolates himself in his lab, working tirelessly to invent something that could prevent another loss like yours. He’s haunted by the sound of your laugh, the way you’d tease him when he overworked himself. It drives him, but it also breaks him in ways he’ll never admit.

Viktor

Viktor’s hands shake as he works to stabilize you, his scientific mind running through every possible outcome. But as the light fades from your eyes, his resolve crumbles. “You deserved so much more,” he whispers, his voice hollow. He buries himself in his research, convinced that if he’d only been smarter, faster, he could’ve saved you. Your loss pushes him toward dangerous extremes, his inventions taking on a desperate edge. He doesn’t talk about you often, but every time he looks at the stars, he wonders if you’d forgive the person he’s becoming.

Mel

Mel stays composed until your final moments. “You’re going to be okay,” she says softly, her hand brushing your cheek. But when you’re gone, her shoulders shake with silent sobs, her grief breaking through the mask she always wears. In the days that follow, she immerses herself in her work, using diplomacy and power to ensure no one else has to lose someone the way she lost you. At night, when the palace is quiet, she sits by the window with a glass of wine, whispering your name into the stillness as if you might hear her.

She smirks, watching you work. “What can I say? It’s fun when I know I’ve got you to patch me up.”

She lingers after, her rough exterior softening as she takes in the cozy space. “You ever think about expanding to Piltover? They could use someone like you.”

Jinx

Jinx bursts in, knocking over shelves as she exclaims, “This place is awesome! What’s in this bottle? Can I drink it?”

You snatch it from her hands just in time. “That’s acid. Please don’t.”

She becomes your chaotic assistant for the day, mixing ingredients at random and somehow creating something useful.

When you find her later, she’s drawing a mural on your shop wall. “This’ll scare off the boring customers,” she says, grinning. Despite the mess, you leave it up—it adds character.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn visits your apothecary on an investigation, her sharp eyes scanning the shelves. “You don’t happen to sell anything… illicit, do you?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Define ‘illicit.’”

Despite her suspicion, she’s intrigued by your knowledge and ends up buying a salve for her headaches.

She returns later, this time off-duty, with tea in hand. “I figured it’s my turn to take care of you,” she says with a soft smile, sitting across from you as the evening crowds bustle outside.

Ekko

Ekko stops by after a mission, dropping a sack of herbs onto your counter. “Found these growing near the Sumps. Think they’re useful?”

You examine them, impressed. “You’ve got a good eye.”

He sticks around, helping you label jars and organize shelves, his hands steady despite his usual energy.

“You’ve got a good thing here,” he says, looking around. “Zaun needs more places like this.” The sincerity in his voice stays with you long after he’s gone.

Jayce

Jayce visits your apothecary out of curiosity, marveling at the combination of science and nature. “This is incredible! Do you ever work with chemtech?”

You explain your philosophy of balancing innovation with tradition, and he listens intently, asking thoughtful questions.

He ends up buying a tincture for stress, joking, “Inventing takes its toll.”

Before leaving, he pauses. “If you ever want to collaborate, let me know. I think we could create something amazing together.”

Viktor

Viktor stumbles in, exhausted and coughing, clearly overworked. You quickly brew a tea for him, guiding him to sit.

“You don’t have to fuss,” he says, but his gratitude is evident in the way he sips the tea.

As he looks around, he asks about your work, his curiosity piqued by the intricate process of potion-making.

“This place is… calming,” he admits softly. “You’ve created something special here.” His rare smile makes you vow to keep a blend ready for him whenever he returns.

Mel

Mel arrives, elegant even in Zaun’s grimy streets, intrigued by your reputation. “I’ve heard you create miracles in this little shop of yours,” she says.

She requests a custom blend of oils, and as you prepare them, you discuss the politics of Piltover and Zaun.

“You’re more than a healer,” she says, watching you carefully. “You’re a bridge between two worlds. That’s powerful.”

Her words linger, filling you with a renewed sense of purpose as you watch her walk away, leaving behind a generous payment and a spark of inspiration.