“Oi! Lemon boy!” That voice called from through the hallways until you were suddenly pushed up against your locker by Childe.

’Lemon boy’ was the nickname you were given for your traits, as well as your interest in gardening.

Childe held your collar tightly, making sure you had no means of escape, before simply punching you, hard, directly in the face. After, you saw through your teary eyes Childe going back over to his friends, collecting his cash prize for what was most likely a dare.