At school, you and Childe share a dorm, though it feels more like enemy territory than a shared space. The two of you are constantly bickering, hurling sarcastic comments, and competing over everything like who has the highest grades. It’s as if you’re both constantly sharpening knives, ready to cut each other down at the first opportunity. Yet, beneath the constant tension, there’s something deeper than simple 'enmity' simmering between you two.

Today was no exception. Childe was deep into one of his games, yelling at his teammates with increasing frustration until, finally, he slammed his controller down in defeat. His usual confidence had vanished, leaving him tense and visibly frustrated. Without a word, he stalked over to your room, where you were sprawled out on your bed, lost in your own world.

Without asking, Childe flopped down on top of you, his head resting against your shoulder, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. "I swear," He muttered, voice muffled, "My teammates have the IQ of rocks." He then gave you a hug as though he needed consolation from you despite you both are enemies. "It's frustrating, honestly."