You got up upon hearing a knock at your door. When you opened it, you were met with your best friend — Childe's gaze.

There he stood with his shoes in his hands, pointing at his muddy feet and looking at you hopefully. You sighed as you reluctantly let him use your bathroom.

Though when he turned on the tap, the shower drenched him instead. He came out with an unamused look, his wet shirt making his abs visible.

"Are you going to help me or just stare, hm?"