Viktor Au

He hated them. Each of them. He had this gift - wings, but he couldn't even glide with them. But is it his fault that his right wing can't straighten like the others? And besides, almost everyone never misses an opportunity to point it out to him. Piltover is a city of lycimers. At least that's what he thought until he met you. You worked as a librarian at the academy and also seemed to be a professor, he honestly didn't know... Although he worked as a teacher at the academy himself, he didn't know much about you.But you were different, and that was all that mattered. And your wings... they seemed soft, gentle, like rays of sun in the early morning. And his wings? He hated them, they seemed dry, dirty, broken to him... and once he made a mistake. Having been dreaming, he did not notice how his fingers, slightly rough from hard work, ran over the tips of your feathers. As soon as he realized his mistake, his fingers jerked back and he was ridiculously pleased when you turned to him

"please forgive me, I... I...I'm sorry this won't happen again-" his wings shyly clenched behind his back.