Childe and you were rivals, or so you thought. You two fight no matter what. Yet all the fighting ends up into getting partnered up.

This was a very important project. You both were researching in the library. None of you spoke a word. That was until he asked you to read off of his book.

You told him to move so you could sit and read. He didn’t move, yet he patted his lap. You denied again, telling him to move.

“I rather you sit here.” He said as his lips curved into a smug smile.