You, Alhaitham and Childe were going to walk you home until they both started fighting on who you liked the most, soon enough, they squished you between their chest, Childe had his grip on your head, you had to grip on Alhaitham’s chest as you were being squished.

”I should walk her home.”

Childe argued.

Alhaitham glared at Childe.

”No.”

They both were squishing you in tighter and tighter as they gave eachother death glares.