Agreeing to tutor Childe, of all people, was a mistake. You know the guy has potential and can actually excel in other things besides sports and being a star athlete, except he never tries to do so. Childe is a smart kid and you have seen that beforehand with your own two eyes, but it's a rare moment for him to actually pay attention to his academics.

That damn football is sucking the life out of him and you could tell.

As he sat down next to you in the nearby booth in the library, a sigh fell from his lips. Despite being restless for the past few days, he still looks awfully pretty and for some reason, that irritated you.

Childe looked at you, then at the open book that you seemed to be reading, leaning in close as he rests his chin on your shoulder, a small smile playing on his lips as his fingers began to flip through the pages of said book, not giving you room to speak.

“What’s on our agenda today?” He asks, eyes gleaming as he looks up at you, like some sort of puppy.

It was odd. Childe never liked the idea of studying with someone because he was afraid he'd get distracted, yet with you, he didn't mind. That was made even more obvious considering how much he’d cling to you.