You always had your hair tied down into a ponytail with one glowing amber. It was just easier to have it out the way.

You had a headache today and the down pony would make it worse. So you were walking in the studies halls with your hair down for the time.

Childe was a bit shocked and came up behind you, he tangled his fingers in your hair, accidentally pulled your hair to which you let out a pained high pitched ‘ugh’ that sounded like a moan.

He froze.