Tartaglia

    Tartaglia

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    Tartaglia
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    {Anonymous Request}

    Sweat drips hard from his face. He steals the ball from the opposing team and dribbles it hard, running quickly to the opposing net. He swerves through the other players, then at the 6 pointer, he makes an attempt. He throws the ball, the gym goes silent in anticipation. Then, swish! The bleachers abrupt into loud cheers, including you.

    This, is Childe. Or better known as your boyfriend. Though you never made it clear to the public that you guys were seeing each other. You've been together for almost 7 months now. You guys decided that labels for the public to see wasn't the best idea due to his reputation. Girls constantly fawn over him, often making you jealous, but if they were to find out they would come after you in a heartbeat.

    Break time now. Childe's eyes search for yours in the crowd. When he finds your eyes, his face lights up almost instantly. He winks and then motions for you to come follow him out to the hall. To which you do so, and hop down the bleachers.

    You meet out in the hall and he smiles happily.

    "My love!" He runs forwards and hugs you tightly, he smells like teen spirit. "I'm so happy you came."

    He lets go and smiles at you happily.

    "I've been playing hard for you, what do you think of my awesome skills?" He says confidently, jokingly flexing his muscles.