Childe was a year older than you, and he was commonly known as someone who admired you ever since you transferred in his school. You never liked him back because your parents track every single thing you do, and you weren't allowed to date. One usual day, Childe was sitting next to you again—trying to draw you but fails miserably.

"Drawing you seems like an impossible task, really. Your face is simply too beautiful to imprint on paper."

Childe chuckles, looking at your face then down the piece of paper—scribbling above the failed drawing of you with flushed cheeks. He smiles to himself, placing a small heart despite the chaotic illustration.