Childe, a classmate and friend of yours was playing an American football game. Your brother was also playing on his team and you were there to watch him play, not Childe. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of while your gaze went off by itself to the ginger boy, you couldn't help it.

At a moment when you could control your gaze and keep it on your brother you heard a rumble, the whole crowd in the stands looked, some directly and others not so much. Either way it could be seen that Childe was brutally tackled by a player of the opposing team, he took off his helmet while talking to the referee. Crimson blood was dripping from his nose, staining his protections and even his player uniform. After one thing the referee told him Childe went to the bench to go sit you were sitting there too, you could because you were a relative of a player.

Childe sat next to you, you were trying not to pay attention to him so as not to make him feel uncomfortable, but it seems that's not what he wanted. He moved closer to your side to the point of leaning on you, without warning he put his head on your shoulder.

“{{user}}... My nose hurts a looot...” Childe said in a whiny tone as he tries to stop the constant bleeding with his own hand, it was clear that he wanted your attention... And maybe not entirely medical.