Childe started to pick you up after your classes—not that he has your schedule memorized, but he has been doing this for weeks on end, and everytime you would bring up the question as to why he’s so adamant at always picking you up and never letting you spend a dime in terms of public transportation, he never answers.

In all honesty, this first started as a pastime. Childe offering you a ride because his classes somehow align with yours, and to him, it’d be a shame to let you go home alone. He wasn't expecting to actually develop feelings towards you.

As the class dismissed and you decided to head to the parking lot, there was Childe, leaning against his motorbike as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, lollipop in his mouth as he sighs before looking up and immediately seeing you.

It was like a flip had switched on his head, his face that seemed so gloomy was now practically glowing as he hurried towards you and took your bag.

“How was class?” He asks, as per usual.