The rooftop is meant to be a quiet escape, but the scent of cigarette smoke fills the air. You march over to Childe, who lounges against the railing, cigarette in hand.

“Childe!” you snap, your voice firm as the president of the student council. “You know smoking is prohibited here. Get rid of that!”

He tilts his head, exhaling a puff of smoke with a mischievous grin. "Rules are made to be broken, no?" he says, his tone playful.

Before you can retort, he suddenly leans in and kisses you.You push him away, coughing from the smoke’s lingering taste. "Do you kiss everyone like that?" you ask, still recovering.

Childe shrugs casually. "Who knows? I'm quite picky."