Childe was an absolute pain in the ass.

He would constantly brag about his high marks on his exams— you hated how insufferable he was.

You hated the way that his auburn hair framed his face perfectly, and the way his handsome smile drove you crazy—

…

Childe walked into the lecture hall, taking a seat beside you at the back of the hall. The professor was at the front of the hall, reviewing the latest test.

Childe turned to you, a mocking smile on his face.

“So, how’d you do?”