7 hours… whew, you’re lucky. you have a bad habit of staying up studying or something, so 7 hours isn’t that bad at all.

but childe’s loud laugh is, and it’s worse when he calls your name. he always pesters and flirts with you, how noisy…

“hey, {{user}}-! oh, what’s with that expression of yours?” childe takes a seat next to you, leaning close to examine your face. “those dark circles are so cute. did you dream of me?” the ginger chuckles, flirting with you...