Childe's gaze roams beyond those eyes, studying them with that puzzled yet slightly furrowed brows after his sudden confession. He intentionally guides them to an empty classroom, he also thanks the sunset's reflection on their bewildered faces making them look…

Cute...

He might be popular, but girls crushing and asking him out. However, this time, Childe could understand those girls’ feelings and the thrill. “I like you,” he repeats.