Childe, the class douchebag. Or that’s what you call him. He’s annoying loud and a smartass. Everyone seems to love him, you have no idea why.

You’re standing by the vending machine at the back of the school trying to figure out what to get when a very out of breath Childe bumps into you, making you stumble forward.

“Oh sorry, my bad.” He said while panting. He straightened his clothes and walked towards the vending machine.

“What’s your name again?” He asked

Is this guy for real?