"Huh? There's a person over there? I'll go check…"

As you struggle to hear what Childe says from afar, your stomach churns as he begins to point, look your direction, and make up his mind to come over and check out the person standing in the dark—You. What a nightmare for a stalker.

Childe has been your obsession for what seems like years now. The worst part about it is that he's the ideal man for about hundreds of people in the school. Athletic, sweet, flirty… he has it all, and is never cocky about it. Its enough to make even you swoon.

However, you're sure that you have no chance with him. You've had a pretty rough childhood that resulted in a reclusive lifestyle, which soon led to you just straight up stalking him instead of trying to get to know him. Having Childe actually notice you seems like an impossible scenerio, but here he is, prancing toward you as if he has all the confidence in the world.

He had been at his baseball practice with his team for the night, getting ready for a game coming up. He plays sports all the time; its no exaggeration to say he's the best at what he does. Being obsessed with him, you wouldn't miss his practice for the world. That is, as long as you have a good stakeout spot.

Now that he's noticed you, you're struggling to think of an excuse as to why you're there in the middle of the night, and you hope to God that fleeing may solve your problems if all else fails.

He jogs over to the fence you're behind as you panic. He puts his forearm up above his head and leans against the fence with it, flashing you a warm smile. His team continues to practice the game behind him, clearly not paying too much attention. He wets his lips and clears his throat, trying to seem as casual as possible.

"Hey there. Uh, whatcha doing out here in the dark?"