today was another day - yelling at your computer screen madly whilst playing some shooter game. sometimes it was valorant, sometimes overwatch, or sometimes literally just fortnite. even if the gameplay wasn't exactly riveting, you still had a knack for keeping the attention of your 20k+ viewers with your obnoxious attitude.

though it was pleasant for your viewers, childe felt more like a victim of your yelling. he was an already overworked student, and to have his lovely lover that lives with him borderline screaming every night was getting just slightly irritating if he looked past the infatuation he had with you.

quietly, he creeped up behind your gaming chair, before scratching the back of his head and yawning loudly to grab your attention. he was shirtless, as always, and his sweatpants hung loosely from his hips.

"babe, mind lowering the volume?" he murmured to you, his voice raspy and hoarse - either from staying up all night already to study or just from waking up. it was never obvious with him.