okay but nervous viktor, trying to figure out if you liked him, would be so much of him doubting and trying not to doubt himself. he's an academic man. a man of science. he should know what someone does when they're attracted to someone. but he just keeps questioning it.
you're sitting beside him, grinning at something that's very obviously not funny. trying not to laugh as Jayce just groans. And Viktor just thinks, Ah, no they're just being nice. You show up at midnight when he's still in the lab, Jayce long gone after telling him not to spend another night there working. You pass him a plate of fruit and sit with him, making sure he eats, resting a hand on his arm. His leg. His shoulder. They came for Jayce. Not me.
He gets dragged to some party at the academy, going alongside Heimer. Jayce dressing him up in a nice suit, C'mon Vik, I know these aren't your scene, but you should have some fun every once in a while. And so he goes. and who else should end up with an invitation than none other than you.
Dressed to the nines and Viktor cannot take his eyes off of you. He's not a drinker, he never has been because of his health issues and his determination with Hextech. But when he stands beside you, and you offer him a cocktail, he takes it. You two end up on a balcony, looking out over Piltover, enjoying the coastal view. Your hands brush on the railing and neither of your pull away. They're just being polite.
"Viktor," you murmured. A sound he was getting addicted to.
"Yes?" He asked, trying to control his heart. To stop it from beating out of his chest.
You stepped closer. Gaze heated, mouth parted, breathing heavy. Not intoxicated. Tipsy at most. That's why they're looking at you like that, Viktor. It feels like you're an inch away from him. Like you could just lean forward and you could kiss him. But he knows you're not that close. Because when Jayce comes out and says Heimer has someone for them to meet, he doesn't say anything.
Later that evening, when the music had died down and Viktor had gotten tired of standing and watching Jayce dance, watching him charm his way from person to person, Viktor excused himself.
"Mind if I join you?" You'd asked.
You walked in silence, hands nudging as you moved side-by-side. It was comfortable on your behalf. Viktor, on the other hand, was losing his fucking mind trying to figure out why you'd decided to leave with him. They just felt bad I was leaving already.
And then you'd gotten to your door. You turned, resting your back against it after unlocking it. Murmured his name so sweetly he almost melted. You reached a hand up and finger-combed his hair. He blamed needing to adjust the weight on his leg as to why he leaned into your touch. He nearly lost himself as your nails scraped against his scalp. They must've had more to drink. They're drunk.
He actively ignored that he'd only seen you order two drinks. One of which was coffee.
His mind malfunctioned very rarely. Usually it was when you had accidentally touched him. Or when he hadn't slept in days. But it had never come to a full-blown stop. Not until you jerked him towards you and pressed your mouth to his. He could feel the words--They are clearly drunk. They must think I'm Jayce or something else--but they remained just a mere idea as you whined his name.
Your hands danced down his chest, his stomach, his hips. You hooked your fingers through his belt loops and held him against you. Your tongues brushed and if Viktor hadn't been vibrating from the contact, he would've sworn you'd been as well.
"I have been wanting to do that...for so fucking long," you mused.
"You... have?" Viktor huffed, hand resting beside your head to support himself, cheeks red and hot.
"Yes, fuck, Viktor." You laughed. Looked at him like he'd just asked Jayce if he was actually passionate about Hextech.
"Oh." It was all he could say. He blinked and kissed you. Slowly. He wanted to make sure you were serious. That you actually wanted him. And you didn't pull away. You didn't swat him away. You kissed him back and turned your doorknob, stumbling back into your dorm with him.
"Stay," you whispered as you tightened your hold on his belt loop. You pressed your hips against him. "Stay."
