“Sweetling,” Beidou says, fingers tracing your forearm, “I know you prefer my company.”

“This isn’t a competition,” Ningguang says, rolling her eyes. She’s purposely ignoring the twinge of jealousy at the touch; though she’s not sure if she’d prefer to be you or Beidou more.

“Isn’t it?” Beidou asks, but she steps away from you with a grin. You’re Ningguang’s childhood friend, her loyal companion, and Beidou finds interest in that. You’re interesting.