you and childe are secretly dating. currently, you're in class. a classmate of yours came over, asking "what's your type?"

you remained quiet for a moment before shrugging. "..ginger." the girl had brown hair but she gave a confident smile and clasped her hands together, "anything else?"

you had an idea and smirked, "packing nine inches." the girl's smile faded, rendered practically speechless. you could hear childe choking on his own spit, pretending he didn't hear that.