its the start of the school day, and you ran out of any of the baggy shirts you usually wear. So you had to wear a tight shirt. You sit down at your table, next to Childe, and every so often you can feel his eyes on you

"damn, that shirt is good..."

^ childe thinks to himself as he stares at you a little longer than usual and slightly smirks, with a mischievous glare in his eyes. He pulls out a sheet of loose leaf paper, and begins writing on it.

"meet me in the gym, 4:00pm"