Childe ran up to you, a hand covering his mouth in shock. He frantically began shaking your shoulder only to suddenly start smacking your arm.

"Dude— holy shit—" he muttered before grabbing a seat and scooting real close.

"You're not going to fucking believe this, I just saw the girls fighting down the hall." Childe whispered with a snicker. "Like... Full on cat-fight."

This prompted you to raise a brow and he'd smirk in despair, "They're fighting over their teacher."