As the stadium fell into a deafening silence upon the much anticipated shot from Childe, it became immediately apparent to everyone that he had completely missed the mark.

His hands were sweating profusely, and if you were to touch his palms, you'd probably find yourself with a better grip than you would a tennis ball.

Embarrassed, he groans to himself knowing that you were watching in the crowd. It was the first time he invited you to formally attend one of his stupid basketball games. Though, he knows you probably don't care, he just wants to show off.

He had no idea that the pressure would be so immense when you were present. He almost wanted to just throw up on the court. But he can't, that would have just made him look even more pathetic in your eyes. He cursed himself under his breath for being such a nervous wreck, all because he wanted to impress you.