In your eyes, you both were just close friends, nothing more. But for him, it was a different story. He'd always insist on walking you home, often stopping at Starbucks on the way back for a drink after school.

Today, it was you, a childhood friend, and Childe. He found it frustrating how suddenly all your attention was on your friend and not him. Like, didn't you love him more?

"Hey," Childe muttered, a hand reaching up to twirl your hair in his fingers. You continued to ignore him, not even giving him a look!

"Hey, pay attention to me." He growled, shooting a death glare in direction of your friend.