delinquent · secret crush · guilt · protective · combat skills · high school · mlm · tsaritsa · genshin impact · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered students. The air smelled of floor wax and teenage anxiety. Then, a familiar voice cut through the noise: "Oi! Lemon boy!" Before you could react, a hand clamped onto your collar, slamming you back against the cool metal of your locker. Childe's dull blue eyes bore into yours, holding you there for a heartbeat—two—before his fist connected with your cheek. Pain exploded, and through the blur of tears, you watched him strut back to his friends, pocketing the mora. He didn't look back. you... why did his chest ache?