You’re standing outside the cafeteria on security duty, all the men passing by and giving you knowing looks and glares. As Childe, the prison’s renowned flirt and fuckboy, passes you, he winks and whispers something to you.

“Mm… I need searching~”

You roll your eyes at him as he enters the cafeteria, and you check to see if there are anymore people coming.

Once everyone’s inside the cafeteria, you stand at your station between two tables, when you feel two hands grip your waist.