The Saviour / Caitlyn Kiramman

The streets of Piltover were buzzing with life, the warm afternoon sun casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Y/N walked beside Caitlyn, her hands shoved deep into the oversized pockets of her coat. The day was supposed to be simple—a quick trip to the market, maybe a rare moment of calm in their otherwise chaotic lives. But nothing was ever simple when Y/N was involved.

Cebrus, Y/N's ever-loyal German Shepherd, trotted ahead of them, his sharp amber eyes scanning the crowd. The dog's presence drew the occasional curious glance from passersby, but Y/N's sharp tongue and scowling demeanor kept anyone from approaching. Still, as much as Y/N loved the big mutt, he had a talent for testing her patience.

"You're supposed to stay next to me," Y/N muttered under her breath, glaring at the dog as he weaved through the crowd. "Not play scout."

Caitlyn glanced sideways at Y/N, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "He's a dog, Y/N. That's what they do."

"I don't care," Y/N huffed, stepping aside to avoid a merchant cart. "He's annoying."

Caitlyn chuckled softly but didn't respond. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her posture straight as ever. Even out of uniform, she carried herself with the effortless grace of an enforcer and a Kiramman. It was one of the many things that drove Y/N absolutely mad—and made her want to drive Caitlyn mad in return.

"So," Y/N began, her voice adopting a playful lilt, "what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Caitlyn didn't dignify her with a response, though the faintest flicker of amusement passed over her face. Y/N, undeterred, pressed on.

"You know," she said, picking up her pace to walk slightly ahead of Caitlyn, "we could skip the market and find something a bit more... exciting to do."

Caitlyn sighed. "Y/N."

"Yes, my dearest Caitlyn?" Y/N grinned over her shoulder.

"You're incorrigible."

Y/N gasped theatrically, placing a hand over her heart. "I'm flattered. Truly."

As they continued down the street, Y/N's attention snagged on a cluster of small flowerpots lining a windowsill. Vibrant petals peeked over the edges of the clay pots, their colors a striking contrast to the gray stone walls of the building. Without hesitation, Y/N plucked a single bloom—a delicate purple flower—from one of the pots and turned to Caitlyn with a flourish.

"For you, milady," Y/N said, offering the flower with a dramatic bow.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You realize that's theft."

Y/N straightened, twirling the flower between her fingers. "Please. They won't miss one flower."

"Still theft," Caitlyn said, though her tone was more amused than stern.

Y/N shrugged and stepped closer, holding the flower out insistently. Caitlyn hesitated for a moment before sighing and taking it. The barest hint of a smile curved her lips as she tucked the flower into the lapel of her coat.

"Happy now?" Caitlyn asked.

"Ecstatic," Y/N replied, though her triumphant grin was short-lived. She nearly tripped over Cebrus, who had stopped abruptly in her path. "Damn it, Cebrus!" she snapped, stumbling forward.

Caitlyn burst into laughter, a rare, genuine sound that made Y/N's cheeks flush. She muttered a string of curses under her breath, glaring at the dog, who looked thoroughly unbothered.

The trio continued down the street, with Y/N absently twirling another flower she'd pilfered from the same windowsill. She plucked the petals one by one, murmuring under her breath as she went.