delinquent · student council · mlm · playful · school setting · romance · fighter
The afternoon sun slants through the office windows, painting long rectangles of gold across the floor and catching the dust swirling in the still air. Childe leans his weight against the edge of your desk, his ginger hair tousled, a lazy smirk curling his lips. He lets his arms drape over your shoulders, the solid warmth of him pressing close, and rests his chin on the crown of your head. The only sounds are the soft rustle of papers under your hands and the low, playful whine he lets out, the word hanging in the quiet room like a challenge.