Jayce's place was arranged by Logan right next to Viktor's. He was living in the same building as Viktor and Ekko—of course, Professor Heimerdinger was in that building too.
Right now, the only top-tier scientists in Zaun who weren't living there were Singed and Jinx.
As for Singed, it was because his research was extremely dangerous. He had large quantities of toxins stored in bottles and jars—if someone accidentally bumped into them, it could cause serious consequences. So he'd been set up in a remote corner of the Lanes, living alone.
His three daily meals and whatever materials he needed were delivered to him every day.
And as for Jinx…
That night, in Logan's home—
Rubbing his still-damp hair dry, Logan walked into the bedroom in pajamas. Slippers scuffed softly over the hardwood floor as he looked up at Jinx sprawled on the bed. She was wearing thick winter sleepwear, bundled up all fluffy and warm. He said, amused, "Jinx, aren't you going to take a bath?"
"It's too cold!" Jinx said without even looking back, eyes still on the picture book in her hands.
She was lying on her stomach. Sure, Jinx didn't exactly have much going on up top, but her lower half was a different story. The blue-haired menace had a pair of long, pale legs—and a perky, round little butt. Honestly, who knew—maybe all her "nutrition" had gone straight to her ass?
So even wrapped up in thick pajamas, the curve of that little upturned butt still showed clearly to Logan. And her feet were kicking idly against the mattress, bouncing the bed. Those pink little soles swung back and forth right in front of him, strikingly obvious under the warm yellow-white lamplight.
Damn it, Jinx—evil little gremlin. Isn't this basically trying to tempt me into… doing something?
But if she hasn't washed…
Can I even do that?
Logan's expression turned weird as the thought flashed through his head.
As soon as she got home, Jinx had taken off her shoes and socks, changed into pajamas, and climbed straight into bed. Logan was absolutely certain she hadn't washed her feet yet.
"Come here, Logan. I'll tell you a story," Jinx said, turning over onto her back and craning her neck to look at him.
Logan sat down at the edge of the bed. Jinx naturally scooted around into a new position, shifting the pillow up against the wall so she could lean her waist against it. Then she shoved both feet straight into Logan's lap and started reading him the story.
"Once upon a tiiiime…" she began in an exaggerated, sing-song voice, bobbing her head as she spoke.
But Logan wasn't listening to her voice at all.
His attention was entirely on the pair of feet in his lap.
Jinx had a habit of wearing boots—her usual pair kept her feet wrapped up tight. Yet strangely, her feet didn't have calluses at all. They were just like her skin tone—snowy white and smooth.
Logan felt like he could hold them in one hand. He reached out and lightly touched them, catching a glimpse of her pale soles. Maybe because her boots kept everything sealed up all year, the bottoms of her feet were a clean, bright white—yet faintly flushed too, a soft pink warmth that made Logan want to poke them with a fingertip.
Her toes were slender and long, but not in an exaggerated way—like little jade shoots just starting to bud. With Jinx's restless leg-bouncing, her toes stretched and flexed playfully, each one moving with surprising agility. Her toenails were neatly trimmed, painted a deep blue polish. Against skin so pale it practically glowed, that rich blue stood out sharply, making it hard for Logan not to stare an extra beat.
"…"
Suddenly, the two feet resting on Logan drew back. The tops of them tensed, the veins briefly visible—then Jinx sat up, hopped off the bed, and slipped away past him like a streak.
"???"
"What are you doing?" Logan asked.
"Nothing!" Jinx yelled back without turning around.
Logan was baffled, but a moment later, Jinx returned.
Wearing slippers again, little droplets clinging to her ankles and the tops of her feet, she scrambled back onto the bed and plopped her feet right back onto Logan's legs.
"…" Logan immediately understood what she'd just gone to do.
He turned to Jinx with a grin, eyes downright mischievous.
"What?" Jinx met his gaze, shrank her head back, and raised the book to cover the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes peeking at him.
"You went to wash your feet just now, didn't you?"
"No I didn't. I went to the bathroom," Jinx blurted instantly.
Logan said cheerfully, "You really didn't have to do that, Jinx. Even if you didn't wash your feet, I wouldn't dislike you."
"I wash my feet properly every day! And my feet don't stink!" Jinx snapped.
"I never said they stink." Logan nodded solemnly. "They don't. Not at all. They're super fragrant. I love them."
"Shut up, Logan! If you keep bullying me, I'm going to throw a fit!" Jinx smacked the book into Logan's chest, then pressed her feet down hard, baring her teeth at him.
Of course she was embarrassed—especially because… she'd known for a long time that Logan was always looking at her feet.
But with Jinx's tiny little brain, she genuinely couldn't figure out why Logan liked staring at her feet so much. No one had ever taught her anything like that.
Back then, the only people she'd been around were Silco and Sevika. Like hell Silco would teach her that. And Sevika?
Come on. If that big dumb brute could ever manage to date, then Jinx could jump off Progress Bridge into the sea.
So pure, clueless Jinx could only assume Logan thought her feet had some kind of smell… but did they?
She'd grabbed her own feet and sniffed before.
There really wasn't any smell at all!
Logan's expression suddenly turned even stranger—because… Jinx's feet were not behaving.
With those little movements, Logan was about to lose it.
"Huh? What's this thing poking my foot?" Jinx suddenly frowned, then pressed down even harder.
"Nothing," Logan said with a straight face.
Stop pressing!
This is only because I'm physically tough!
If I weren't, with how hard you're pressing without understanding anything… how is that any different from snapping it in half?!
Damn it… just wait one more year. Logan, don't be pathetic. Just one more year.
"No. There is something. Tell me—what are you hiding in your pants?" Jinx demanded.
"Don't ask, Jinx. It's time for bed. Aren't you taking Isha to Piltover tomorrow to play?"
"Oh right! I promised Isha. Tomorrow I'm taking her to Piltover to eat ice cream." Jinx clapped her hands, closed the book, and set it on the table.
"Fine. Sleep!"
Logan was honestly surprised.
Huh. That obedient?
Jinx rolled over in one smooth tumble toward the inside of the bed. Logan lay on the outer side, reached out, and turned off the light. He'd barely settled down when he caught the scent of Jinx's hair lingering on the pillow—then he suddenly felt something on him.
A small hand.
Groping around over him—patting here, feeling there.
"Logan," the owner of the hand said sternly, "show me what you're hiding."
"Holy shit! You little menace—stop it!" Logan's face scrunched up like he was suffering. "I'm not hiding anything, I swear!"
"Heh. You're lying, Logan."
"Th… fine." Logan swallowed. "Jinx, I'll show you later."
"Am I the first one who gets to see it?" Jinx asked in a low, eerie voice. In the darkness, her big blue eyes gleamed as she stared at him.
"I swear to you, Jinx," Logan said seriously, "other than me, you will absolutely be the first person to ever see it. Don't worry."
The hand withdrew. Jinx, satisfied, finally lay down properly. But even as she settled in, she still muttered with a little huff:
"I have to be the first. You promised me. So if someone sees it before me… I'll kill him." She threatened Logan.
Logan nodded, laughing despite himself.
TN: I tried replacing the foot fetish with other body parts. Butts were even worse, and strangely enough, hands were just as bad. Breasts didn't work either (besides, she doesn't have any). Hair was the closest thing to something readable... but still didn't make much sense.
Sorry... unless you have a foot fetish. If that's the case, well, good for you...
But there's good news, I'll be uploading four chapters on Sunday, followed by three on Monday and three on Tuesday.
It's a very important part of the story, starting slowly and building to one of the biggest events in this fanfic. In my opinion, it contains three of the best chapters I've read so far, especially the last of the ten.
TLDR: Sorry about the foot fetish, something really good is coming.
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