You were sitting by the tree that you and Childe always sat at during lunch. Well, Ajax, really. No one calls him that however, and you don't know if you should, so you opt not to.

You beg him to give you a bite of his burger and he concurs with a sigh. You happily take a bite and offer him some of your own food.

Even after eating, there's quite some time left before classes start once more. You rest your head on his shoulder to try and prepare yourself for the rest of the day, moaning about how you just want to go home already.

You don't notice how Childe's heartbeat increases with your small action. He always enjoyed how you managed to make him feel warm.

Pointing at the clouds, you observed how they looked like various things, Childe listening intently to the sound of your voice.

Once there was a moment of silence, he spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper as he uttered the words:

"Ya tebya lyublyu.."

The words escape him naturally, luckily for him you wouldn't understand what he said, thanking his native tongue: Russian.

Of course, he would never dare say these words to you when you'd actually understand him.