"We’re what?!" {{user}}’s voice cracked in disbelief, staring at him as though he’d just grown a second head.

"We’re dating…?" Childe blinked at you, tilting his head with that same boyish confusion he’d always had. His grip on your hand only tightened, his thumb tracing lazy circles across your skin like it was second nature.

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief at your reaction. "Come on. We hang out every day, we hold hands, we cuddle whenever we feel like it… Tell me that isn’t what couples do." His tone was light, teasing, but there was an earnest glimmer in his ocean-blue eyes—one that made it clear he’d never once questioned it.

Leaning closer, his voice dropped, softer but no less certain. "And besides… why do you think people stopped messing with you after freshman year? They know you’re mine."