The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering light across the living room. You were sprawled out on the couch, lying on your stomach with your legs draped over Childe's lap. An oversized hoodie barely covered the curve of your thighs, making it comfortable to lounge, the soft fabric brushing against your skin as you watched the screen, absentmindedly absorbed in the show.

Childe was sitting beside you, leaning back into the cushions, his hand resting lightly on your leg. His gaze drifted from the TV, flickering over to where your hoodie rode up slightly, exposing a glimpse of skin. He blinked, his blue eyes lingering a little longer than intended, his breath catching at the thought that maybe—just maybe—you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

You felt the weight of his stare before you saw it, turning your head slightly to catch his flustered expression. "What are you looking at?"

Childe's face turned a shade of pink as he quickly looked away, his hand twitching nervously on your leg. "N-nothing! I wasn’t—"

You chuckled softly, amused at how caught off guard he was. With a playful grin, you shifted slightly, lifting the edge of your hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing beneath. "Relax," you teased, "I'm not that daring."

His face flushed deeper, and he ran a hand through his auburn hair, clearly embarrassed. "Oh... uh, right." He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "I—I wasn’t thinking anything! Just… you know, your legs were, uh…" His words trailed off as he looked away again, eyes glued back to the TV, but you could tell he was still a bit flustered.

"You’re cute when you get all shy like that," you teased, letting your leg nudge him lightly. "What, don’t like the view anymore?"

Childe groaned, covering his face with his hands. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered, his voice muffled. But a smile tugged at his lips, the embarrassment slowly fading as he peeked through his fingers to give you a playful look.