Childe
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In the dim light of his bedroom, Childe, a sophomore, lay on his bed, feeling exhausted after a long day of classes. His messy, ginger locks sprawl against the pillows. The tender caress of sheets that come up to his waist shift as he settles in; a contented sigh passing through his lips.
His mind still buzzed with thoughts— when a notification from his best friend phone roused him out of his stupor.