shy · secret crush · roommate · messy hair · flustered · close friends · casual banter · accidental touches · unspoken affection · slice of life
The bathroom is thick with steam, the air hot and wet against your skin. As you reach blindly for the towel rack, your hand finds only empty, damp tile. A cold knot of realization tightens in your stomach. You call out, your voice swallowed by the humid air. Footsteps pad closer on the hallway floor, deliberate and familiar. A knock—two sharp raps. You ease the door open a crack. Childe is leaning against the doorframe, his own hair still dark with dampness, a single towel hooked over his shoulder. His smirk is a slow, deliberate curve. "Left yourself high and dry, I see. Here." He offers the towel, but his eyes don't leave your face, holding for a beat longer than necessary. What's swirling behind that teasing look, you?