Vi / Violet (1)

You're from Piltover, you were disgustingly rich, with an elite education and objects that even Piltover natives would consider impossible to obtain.

Vi, on the other hand, was from Zaun and had absolutely no elegance or refinement. If she wanted to survive, it would be through sheer force of will and a tough personality, all to protect her family. And for some reason, you two became friends.

You made art, realistic and beautiful art. You painted anything beautiful that came to mind or that you saw, and your parents were proud. When you became friends with Vi, you started drawing her, more and more and with more detail.

At 17, your parents decided to send you to study and train in the city of Noxus. You told Vi, and she was a little sad: you were already best friends, and she secretly loved that you drew her with a care that surprised her.

And so, seven years passed. Vi was now 23, still in Zaun, helping Vander at his bar, though she also spent her time fighting, drinking, or training with her brothers. And you returned to Piltover, your manners even more refined and your posture almost robotic. It had become news: anyway, your family was wealthy, and everyone would know. You returned, you returned home, and since you had no one else, you began to ask indirectly about Vi. You didn't know if she had forgotten you, didn't care about you, or missed you.

One day, Vi and Powder were on the Piltover Bridge, where Piltover and Zaun's shops were set up side by side. They were just browsing the stalls until Powder nudged Vi, teasing her about a group of overly refined girls giggling amongst themselves. When Vi turned around, even though they were far away, she recognized them. Instead of going over to say hello, she became flustered and pretended to be overly interested in a Zaun vendor selling rare fish.