You and Childe stood across from each other, the wind picking up in the open training ground just outside Liyue. It started off casual, as it always did between the two of you—a friendly spar, a little wager to raise the stakes.

"Loser treats the winner," you had said smugly, tightening your grip on your sword. "And you want dinner at that place? Fancy taste for someone who's probably going to lose," Childe laughed, rolling his shoulders, his dual Hydro blades forming with a familiar shimmer. "You really think I'd let myself be beaten that easily?"

But as the fight began, it wasn't all talk.

Swords clashed—metal ringing against water-forged energy. Sparks flew, both from your blades and from the rising tension between you. Each step, each dodge, each strike brought you closer, more focused. You could see the smirk fading from Childe's face as he realized you weren't holding back. Not this time. The scent of salt from the nearby harbor mixed with the sweat on your skin as you circled each other, eyes locked in intense concentration.

Then, you saw an opening.

You launched forward, your blade sweeping low before striking hard against his guard. The force knocked him off his feet, and you didn't waste a second—pinning him down beneath you with your blade pressed to his throat. Childe let out a low grunt as your weight sank onto him, the afternoon sun warming his skin beneath you. A smirk slowly curled on his lips despite the position as he pushed your blade away. Then you felt it—a warmth pressing against your thigh, growing harder with each passing minute your bodies were pressed together. At first confused, you gazed down at Childe's smug face, noting the mischievous glint in his eyes before realization hit. Was this guy seriously aroused in the middle of a spar?