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The silence hung comfortably as Kaveh and Kunikuzushi were in a cozy room surrounded by soft green walls, wooden furniture, and a few potted plants. It was Kaveh’s dorm where Kunikuzushi’s fingers slid across the mouse, the screen’s light casting highlights all over his face.

Kunikuzushi had zoned out into his own world. Abruptly, there was a muffled and exhausted grunt coming from his right. Kunikuzushi glanced lazily to his side, where a blonde buried his face into the sage-colored, fluffy pillow.

Kunikuzushi smirked at the sight beside him. “Oh, please. You'll destroy your project if you do that one more time.” He relaxed his back into the chair, gaze flicking back to his screen. “You know, at this point, it's starting to look less like a bridge and more like a collapsed scaffolding.”

“Excuse me?” Kaveh shot right back swiftly. “I clearly know what I'm doing!” Kaveh muttered, fixing his position on the mattress, hand reaching out for the hot glue gun. “And it isn't a bridge, genius!”

“Really? Couldn't tell.” His tone devoiding any sort of enthusiasm. He didn't even bother glancing at the project again, too absorbed in what he was doing.

“Oh, piss off!” The exhausted blonde grumbled, attaching the last few craft sticks to the assignment on his bed. “It is a recreation of this one illustration the professor showed us… not that you'd care to look.” He let a sigh escape, proof-checking all the popsicle sticks that were put together, making sure he had not overlooked anything.

“Well, good luck.” Kunikuzushi droned, going back to the research he was doing. After a moment of relentless clicking and clacking of the keyboard, there was a tiny mumble, “That is why I'm good with my major, thanks.”

“I’ll pretend I didn't hear that,” Kaveh uttered, dismissive of his friend's words as he dragged himself off the bed, finally both feet on the ground as he carried his project to his nightstand, convinced he wouldn't forget it by the morning. “Dude, did I mention that Haitham hid my keys again? As if he doesn't want me to get my work done!”

“Or maybe…” Kunikuzushi cut off, “He’s just making sure you're not overworking yourself to an early grave.” He let out. The dryness in his tone almost begging for a drop of water.

Kaveh’s eyes darted to the back of Kunikuzushi’s head, not able to give him anything but an exhausted glare.

Kunikuzushi caught the glare in the reflection of his screen before shrugging and turning his attention back to Google. “I don't know, just a thought.”

The taller guy paused for a moment, exhaling dramatically, “Hah… Whatever. He's very, very lucky that I even tolerate him. He can be a bit insufferable…” He sank onto the bedsheets, letting out a groan of relief. “But, uh, he does help me with the bills… so…” His tone softened, hand reaching the back of his neck in pure embarrassment.

Kunikuzushi grunts, his eyes finally tearing from the computer to look at Kaveh. “Don't get me started on the bills…they're a nightmare right now.”

Kaveh hummed in agreement, watching the screen curiously, even if he couldn't make up what the indigo-haired guy was doing.

“And it's not like I can land a stable job—no agency accepts me!” He gestured at the emails he had been sifting through while Kaveh had worked on his project.

The blonde leans closer to the screen, squinting his eyes, trying to make out the emails Kunikuzushi was ranting about. As they looked through the emails, they checked that Kunikuzushi hadn't missed any letters. Suddenly, the door opened. A taller figure stood next to the door frame.

“What happened to knocking?” Kaveh muttered before straightening himself up on the bed. “Why are you even here?” He eyed the bags Alhaitham was holding.

Alhaitham took a few steps ahead til he was finally standing next to the desk where Kunikuzushi was sitting, engrossed in the computer…again. He calmly set the bags down. The sound of the plastic bags' sharp crinkling as they were settled made Kunikuzushi curiously glance at them.

Before the shorter guy could speak up, Alhaitham finally decided to respond…about time.

“Feeding you? Or is your next task starvation?” Alhaitham said, glancing at the project Kaveh had set on the nightstand. “You're clearly incapable of doing it yourself when you're buried in… that chaotic… bridge…” The gray-haired individual trailed off, moving his feet toward the nightstand.

“Hah! Told you that mess looked like a bridge!” Kunikuzushi’s victorious smirk was smelled three nations away. But the only thing rewarded was a nasty glare from his friend.

“Not a bridge… You two just don't get it.” He pouted, the comment triggering him to get up and look over it for any blunders. Again. The other two exchanged a confused glance before referring their watch to Kaveh and his project. “What did you even bring?” He gestured to the bags as he fixed a slightly crooked stick.

Kunikuzushi stood up from the wide chair and grasped a bag, curious as to what he purchased too. “Oh yeah, I forgot about the daily charity act. Do all your friends get it, or is Kaveh a special case?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Alhaitham, saying the last part a pinch above a whisper so he wouldn't get murdered by the stressed architecture major nearby.

Alhaitham, on the other hand, ignored the snark. “Aren't you looking for work? I overheard it just now.” He Inquired. He was now observing his roommate’s friend rummage through the bags he had conveyed.

Kaveh froze, hand stopping mid-air at Alhaitham’s last sentence, but tried to act natural after a quiet moment of processing. “Could he have heard what I said? That's mortifying.” He thought to himself

“Overheard? Or were you eavesdropping?” Kunikuzushi remarked. He grabbed a small food box, “Either way, yes—if you really must know, agencies aren't *really* lining up to grovel at my feet.” His fingers slid to open the food box. Before he could even really look inside, his friend stood up with a slight grunt.

A giggle escaped the blonde’s mouth, “Maybe it's because your sparkling personality blinds them.” The sweet, mocking tone always annoyed Kunikuzushi.

“Watch it before I rearrange those damn popsicle sticks and make you eat them.” He turned back to the food box as Kaveh laughed. “Masala Cheese Balls? Really?” Kunikuzushi grumbled, examining one.

“REALLY?” Kaveh cried in excitement, almost teleporting in front of the food bags.

Alhaitham watched everything develop in front of him, an eyebrow raised. “Aren’t you a psychology student, Kunikuzushi? Isn't this what you call being bipolar?” The gray-haired man watched both declare peace at the presence of food. “And by the way,” Alhaitham continued, “Instead of going straight to an agency, why not try freelancing? There are also apps for that….like ‘Action.’”

The indigo-haired guy looked over at Alhaitham before swallowing the food in his mouth. “That's not too bad of an idea. Congrats on being useful!” He snickered, “On an actual note, I'll probably try it…once pigs learn to fly.”

He didn't want to seem as entirely convinced of the idea as he was, but he had to take the advice, and that's for sure. He looked back at the screen, forgetting about the food, hands gliding across the keyboard to type in the app name.

Alhaitham nodded, acknowledging Kunikuzushi’s words. He knew the guy wasn't the best to deal with, but help comes in for free. With that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

The room was quiet again, though it wasn't as comforting as before. Kaveh smirked at the Kunikuzushi in front of him before reaching for his phone and tapping once on the screen. As the music started playing, he waited for the sound to travel into Kunikuzushi’s ears to interrupt his focus. Staring intensely at his friend, he caught an immediate eye twitch.

“Turn it off. This is torture, Kaveh!” He snapped, shooting a piercing glare at Kaveh. The wide swivel chair creaked as Kunikuzushi spun it with a slight shift in his body to now face his irritating friend. “Nobody in their right mind actually listens to that ‘dicks’ bullshit!” He rolled his eyes dramatically, his voice dripping with disdain. “That’s a waste of air, dude.”

With a huff, he launched himself at Kaveh to try and get a hold of his phone but missed as Kaveh was just lying on the bed, laughing his ass off.

“It’s DCKZ, though!” The blonde continued. “Come on, you're gonna be part of the industry soon…might as well get a feel of what’s trending!” He snickered, watching his friend miserably attempt to block out the music from contaminating his brain.

Kunikuzushi huffed as he pushed himself off of Kaveh. His frustration towards the boy group was clear as day. “Models and idols aren't the same…” He muttered.

Kaveh, always trying to find his way through everything, sat up straight with a smirk. “But you both are practically different sides of the same coin, right? I mean, connecting idols to actors and then to models… there's a whole overlap there, Kunikuzushi.”

The shorter guy shot him an incredulous look as if the other man’s words had offended him. “What are you saying? Models and actors aren't necessarily the same..”

Kaveh shrugged, “Well, models do commercials too… that kinda involves acting. Same shit, really…” He smirked at the sight of Scaramouche going crazy over a song teaser.

“Whatever,” Kunikuzushi muttered, voice tinting with annoyance. “Just turn that mess off… it makes my ears bleed! It’s the same noise every timeeee!” He waved a hand before himself as if trying to swat away the thought of even being near the so-called ‘DCKZ.’

The cries were interrupted by Kunikuzushi catching a movement on the screen. “Wait, wait…” He immediately got up, and without even taking the time to sit, he checked it. It was an email from an agency he had sent his pictures to. His heart skipped a beat at the subject line: “Thank you for your interest.”

“No way, finally.”

His fingers hovered over the mouse pad to open the email. His eyes scanned the text quickly—only for his stomach to drop. “We regret to inform you…” His breath hitched. The rest of the words didn't matter anymore as he slammed his laptop shut harshly, which gave Kaveh an idea of what the text contained.

“Rejected?” Kaveh asked in a softer tone than usual. “They actually answered? I thought they didn't even bother, like how they had been recently.”

“Yeah, well, I prefer to get ignored than read a love letter on how I suck absolute ass!” He snapped as if his glare could melt holes through the computer. He sat down in frustration.

This made Kaveh frown. He stood up, his hand reaching for his friend’s back in comfort. “Hey, don't take it personally. Their loss.” He paused as he looked for the right words lost in the back of his head. “You’ll get there, Kuni. Who's going to outshine me if not you?” He teased, elbowing his friend with a smirk.

He didn't get a reply. Kunikuzushi just stared off at the wall, jaw tight. His chest felt heavy…as if the weight of failure was pressing down on him.

“Cheer up, silly.” Kaveh shifted, trying to get in range of the other guys’ vision. “What if… you get your mind off stuff, there's a concert soon in the city, maybeee…”

“No.”

———

Days Later

Backstage, the air was thick with pure anticipation. The faint hum of the crowd could be heard through the walls, a constant reminder that fans were eager to see them perform. The band was neatly preparing for their stage appearance, verifying that their outfits, hair, and makeup were on point.

Childe straightened his attire, adjusting the lapels of his jacket. He was facing the long, lengthed mirror while smirking at his reflection. The faint and distant thrum from the crowd could be distracting and nerve-wracking if he hadn't done this for over three years already. “Everything is going smoothly.”

A TV is mounted in a corner, displaying what the big screens showed on the stage. Since they usually displayed ads or sponsors, the members didn't bother looking in its direction most of the time.

However, there was a catchy beat and a sudden energetic vibe, kinda playful. Childe presumed it was a girl group since that was their usual concept. But he was wrong. When Childe heard the following words, his eyes shot up to the TV’s glowing screen.

“Hi! We are 5WIRL!” A short, thin boy exclaimed. He has two distinct braids framing his face. He waved at the camera with an exuberant smile. The crowd outside, who was being shown this crappy advertisement, seemed to love them, though. They cheered even louder, the sound coming off clear as day in the dressing room for a few seconds instead of the usual muffled noise.

“Those are boys?” But wait, he recognizes these guys.

“Oh, them.”

“We are releasing our second mini album, “With the Wind!” He declared. He seemed to embody his group’s concept, his voice as soft as a breeze.

The cameras shifted to a blonde with flowing hair. The boy’s eyes sparkled in pure confidence. “Be part of the journey!—be ready to experience the unforgettable!” The guy said, finishing with a wink.

Then next, a guy with a red streak of hair took the spotlight and excitedly started their small closing. Which was typical before they let their audience get a short sample of one of their songs. “United by winds, driven by desti—” The television’s volume was reduced, drawing a few confused glances.

One of DCKZ's members, Kaeya, fiddled with the remote. He muttered something about the noise. Childe’s distant gaze lingered on the screen. Even after the group faded off and lost through the following dull ads.

“Rookies of the year, hm?” Kaeya smirked. His undertone wouldn't have anyone grinning, though. With a slight shift, he tossed the remote into the gray couch where it originally sat.

Their other member, Zhongli, leaned against the wall, adjusting his sleeves to get ready to go on stage. His gaze was fixated on his wrists as he commented, “Your worry is valid, Kaeya. They're a good group, but we are also good at what we do.”

“My ass they are,” Childe added, snickering. “There’s no talent in the industry anymore. All looks.” He continued, “And you can tell  they chose the girliest-looking ones.”

“I thought they were alright.” Diluc strode past the others, fixing the artifact set in his ear. “No need to be afraid of getting overshadowed.” The redhead stopped before the door, glancing at the doorknob shifting.

The ginger placed a hand dramatically on his chest. “As if we could get overshadowed.” He bragged, trying to hide the insecurity he actually felt.

The door creaked, and Zhongli immediately pushed himself off the wall, his eyes lifting from his sleeves to the woman who stood at the door. Brushing off imaginary dust, he glanced at the other two. “Well then, let us prove our worth with this performance.”

Childe and Kaeya nodded. The steady voice following their agreement drew their attention from Zhongli.

“Any updates, Ms. Jean? Are we ready for stage?” Diluc queried the woman.

She cleared her throat, tapping her pen against the clipboard impatiently. “You guys are out in ten minutes. Everyone should be checking their earpieces.” Her tone was grave as her gaze swept over them, steely and expectant, ensuring they inspected everything they might have to adjust. “And gentlemen…”

She waited to let her words hang in the air before she continued, “I don't want any mistakes tonight.”

———

The sight of the lights dimming and the sound of an energetic beat playing sent the crowd into an uproar. Suddenly, the intro of their newest release began, and DCKZ was illuminated. Thousands in the crowd were captivated merely by their silhouettes. DCKZ was known for its synchronization after every other thing. They were impeccable.

Then the track stopped.

“Welcome, Sumeru City!” The ringing voice echoed through the horde, belonging to the leader of DCKZ, Zhongli.

And best believe, if the screaming and cheering they had before was loud, this one was deafening.

———

“They looked so cool! Too bad we didn't go.” Kaveh’s eyes gleamed. He tilted his phone to get a better view of his screen. The noise from the blonde’s device blared loudly. With the sun long set, the quiet was undisturbed. The road was vacant, and no other people were present save for a few assumed tourists they saw stepping out of the nearby shops.

However, before even having more time to gush further, his phone was snatched out of his grip in the blink of an eye.

“Give that here!” Kunikuzushi hastily shoved his friend's phone into his pocket. While trying to perform his movements quickly, he almost stumbled onto the leaves that poked through a set of gaps in a chain-linked fence. It likely lines a private property.

“Hey!” Kaveh whined, puffing his cheeks into a pout, but didn’t lift up a finger to try and retrieve his phone from the grumpy guy beside him.

“We are walking to your dorm, not wasting time watching some stupid concert!” Kunikuzushi groaned, straightening up and getting himself back into his brisk pace. He tried to project the irritation he felt but failed miserably.

Kaveh stretched, his muscles tensing for a second before softening again. He let out a satisfied grunt before dropping his hand to his sides. “What’s wrong with you? You’re always stressed.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Kunikuzushi muttered. He adjusted the backpack straps, pulling them back firmly on his shoulder before he dug his hands into the warm fabric of his hoodie.

“Oh right,” Kaveh recalled. “The model stuff. Have you really not considered getting a part-time job or something in the meantime? You need to keep yourself afloat.” He questioned.

Kunikuzushi let the question sink into his brain. “I’ve got enough mora to cover a few months of rent and food for now.” He chided, looking down at the pavement.

His friend can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “And where did you find this magical ‘enough’ hm?” Kaveh queried, examining for any sign of fault in Kunikuzushi’s face.

Still, there was no need for that as his friend looked at him deadpan, “My mother.” He paused. “Or, more precisely, her business savings. If she's going to be spiteful, I’ll return the favor.” Kunikuzushi confessed.

Kaveh’s ears perked up at the words. Unexpected confession, but he was undoubtedly not surprised. “Creative—but doesn't that mean that you can get mo—”

“No, I've got a 60-foot restraining order involved.” He interrupted, tone monotone as if it were nothing.

The blonde’s eyes flickered to the guy next to him. “Well, that's a way to handle it….”

They finally arrived at Kaveh’s doorstep. Kunikuzushi’s steps were cut short as he turned to the taller guy. The yucky scent of books reached his nostrils, mixed with the sound of a hushed hum and a tune he couldn't recognize. He shook off the distraction and focused on the blonde once again, prepared to say his goodbyes.

“Kuni,” Kaveh turned his body to the side, his attention landing on the indigo-haired boy. “I'm serious. You're even starting to break out from that stress. Take a break.”

Kunikuzushi tensed up. His muscles felt stiff. Please, Archons, let him have hearing difficulties…this time only. “What!?” The short one retorted. He moved his arm out of his pocket, Kaveh’s phone in his hand. He angled himself, skimming for any signs of breakouts. Although, before he could finish, Kaveh had already reached out and retreated his phone. Just like Kunikuzushi had done minutes ago.

“Almost forgot about it.” Kaveh giggled before clicking on the side of his phone, turning the screen off, and resuming, “It was a joke, by the way. But if you don't do anything about it, it might actually happen…and you'll break out.”

Kunikuzushi shoots a glare at him, yet the slight glint of playfulness betrays it. “Keep talking, and it'll be your face that breaks…”

Kaveh let out a tiny chuckle at the short one’s defensiveness. “Consider a break.” He lifted up his arm to wave, taking a few steps backward. He misstepped, almost slipping, so he took that as a sign to finally turn around and watch his step. The conversation concluded with that, and soon Kaveh was inside, out of Kunikuzushi’s sight.

Kunikuzushi sighed in relief, his friend’s words replaying in his mind as he started walking away. “Consider a break? What is this guy on about?…breaks are worthless.”

He noticed a rock on the cement and kicked it. “He’s known me sufficiently to know I'm not that frail.” He walked a lengthy way, passing a few corners, just kicking that tiny rock and following its trail.

———

The air was fresh at this unknown location, and Kunikuzushi found himself reflecting on his problems and still thinking about the words he had been told earlier. It was almost as if he were considering.

A post lantern flickered above him, the light outlining his shadow distorted but entirely.

The leaves crunched under his step, and the silence crawled into his skin, making his fingers roll into a tight fist. Abruptly, he kicked the rock with much more force than intended. It landed inside a bundle of leaves...of course, he wasn't going to dive into it to find it, so he just kept strolling forward.

He found himself in a park. He's been here about three times since he moved to Sumeru City. A few people were conversing and just wandering past, a few others were set on the benches, and some found slides and swings to be entertained by. Still, he proceeded, looking around at everyone and everything. His fists slowly loosened, and a sigh left his mouth.

In the depths of his pocket, he felt a vibration that knocked him out of his trance of thoughts and his overall mental rant. He stopped walking, eyebrow furrowing, and he took out his phone, tapping on the screen.

Prof. — *We are closing the semester off with an exam on Monday! My dear students, please be sure to review your notes from our current lesson. :) No retakes unless one has an excused absence*

Reading that, he paused. He had totally forgotten about the semester finals.

Prof. — *Oh, and don't forget to turn in the homework, students! You WILL fail if it's not submitted by 11:59pm. Hurry. Only Layla has turned it in…”

His eyes immediately darted to the top of his screen.

**Saturday, November 22nd. 11:06PM**

“Great,” Kunikuzushi grumbled under his breath. Glancing around the area, his eyes landed on a set of empty sittings accompanied by tables. The boy lazily started approaching the seats. He slid his phone back into his pocket, rolling his eyes and letting a now louder sigh.

His backpack swung off his shoulder, its strap reaching his hand. After letting the bag fall lightly on the wonky table, he slumped into the seat.

“Stupid last-minute reminder.” He mumbled. Sluggishly, he unzipped his backpack, reached for his laptop, and powered it on. The sudden light made his eyes narrow, but he regained his sight quickly. The male rested his cheek on his hand, supporting himself against the table. Kunikuzushi’s slender fingers shifted over the mousepad, his half-lidded eyes scanning over his assignment.

The next thirty minutes were endless as he answered all prompts and typed out his conclusion. “Finally,” He quietly celebrated as he hit ‘submit.’ Before long, a thud was heard. It was the connection between the table and Kunikuzushi’s forehead!

He closed his eyes for a moment, but it didn't last long as an empty feeling settled in his stomach, “Really?!” He hissed, finally coercing his head up. He glanced around, and the vending machine not so far from him was like a blessing. His face lit up, and without tearing an eye away from the vending machine, he patted his pockets a few times, feeling some mora in one of them and quickly getting up while throwing his things into his bag.

In a blink, Kunikuzushi slipped the coins into the vending machine and jabbed the buttons as if he had a timer over his head.

Attentively watching the machine at work, he swallowed. “This is certainly taking its time.”

The machine stopped moving, making his brows furrow. “Is this useless thing just going to take my money like this?” He snarled.

Before he progressed and did something he would probably end up owing to the city, someone crashed into the vending machine.

“Gah—” The vending machine quivered, and the protein bar he almost murdered for had fallen, now reachable for Kunikuzushi.

He was drawn to the stranger, unsure of what to do or say. “Uh, you good?” When he saw the guy dumbfounded and baffled on the floor, he held back a snort. Not to mention the ridiculous way he was dressed. “Sunglasses and a cap over his hood…at NIGHT? What a joke.”

A croaky voice responded, sounding sore, as if he'd been yelling for hours. “I- yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that.” The guy let out a nervous chuckle as he assisted himself up and clasped what seemed like a small camera. He palmed himself off in case he'd gotten any dust on himself. He levered the camera very close to his face and grinned. “Hah! Got it!”

Kunikuzushi nodded in acknowledgment of his apology and reached for the small snack. This stranger had saved the vending machine from earning a piece of him…and that's for sure.

He held up the snack and fiddled with the wrapper, trying to open it, but for some reason, his fingers were slippery. He couldn't open it now? Seriously? He clenched his jaw but was then reminded of the eerie guy’s presence.

“Excuse me—sorry again—did you see a camera lens fall somewhere?” The covered-up guy questioned, his eyes everywhere but on Kunikuzushi.

“No…” His gaze lingered over the man. Zoned out, Kunikuzushi was finally able to open the wrapper. His smirk proceeded to flick in mockery, though. “If you’d take the awfully ridiculous shades off of your face, maybe you’d be able to find it quicker.”

“Not happening, buddy. These stay on.” He replied, unfazed at the slender boy’s snark but dropping to the floor for that damn camera lens.

A hum of relief was heard as Kunikuzushi took a bite of the protein bar. But being in a better mood didn't stop him from commenting. “You know, someone's gonna think you're here to kidnap them if you look like that at eleven forty PM.”

The guy chuckled. “You'd surely understand if you saw me.”

Kunikuzushi’s head tilted, curious despite himself. “Oh? Intriguing. Go on, then. Show me.”

The guy seemed to just smile at the words. What was there to be all happy about? As the odd figure was on the floor, Kunikuzushi caught a glimpse of what he was photographing earlier before crashing into the machine.

“A bug? You cannot be real.”

The guy looked up from where he was and smirked. “What? Don't tell me you're scared of a bug.”

The air goes quiet as Kunikuzushi stares at him blankly. With no warning at all, he steps closer and, unexpectedly, pulls his glasses off. As they're coming off, though, the glasses get tangled on the guy’s hood, making a few strands of hair slip out.

Kunikuzushi’s lips curled into a mocking smile, holding the glasses in his hand now. “Well, well. Who do we have here? You look…oddly familiar.”

The mystery guy panicked as he saw the strands of ginger hair that rested on his forehead, almost blocking his sight from how roughly they were forced out of his disguise. His blue eyes were now looking over at his shades between the fingers of the other man. With a sharp move, he stood up and snatched the glasses back.

“Mind your business.” The ginger’s words were now spoken lower, but the bite was evident.

Without giving time for an answer, he turned and started to walk away. His pace was now brisk and purposeful.

“Geez, how dramatic.”

Kunikuzushi’s expression was now more relaxed as he stared at the guy walking away. His gaze lingered on him, an eyebrow raised. He scanned the figure, trying to catch onto something, anything, that would refresh his memory of who this person was.

He sighed and looked down at the protein bar he was holding. Looking in that direction, he detected a circular object next to the vending machine. He bent his knees to reach out for it.

A camera lens.

Must've been that weirdo’s. His fingers felt the smooth edge of the lens, and with no hesitation, he straightened himself up and tossed it into his backpack. He likely wouldn't see that guy again, right? But maybe he could keep it just in case he needed it. Why not sell it later? It looked expensive enough. Not that he knew anything about photography, of course.

———

Childe, eventually arriving at the rented apartment they were staying in, brought out his key and unlocked the door. As he set foot inside, it felt as if the tension was waiting for him to come through. The apprehension was nearly closing the walls in on Childe. But even so, he flashed them a quick casual smile.

As the door was heard, Diluc took a sip of his drink. “Childe.” The redhead’s voice cut through the thick tension all the way from the leather couch. His tone was grave, it sent chills down Childe’s spine.

The bathroom door opened, and steam started to flow out almost instantly. “Long night, I finally get to sit suitably.” Kaeya collapsed on the couch next to his brother, brushing through his damp hair. “Oh. Look who decided to drop in.” He grinned, letting his muscles relax on the sofa.

Zhongli turned his head toward the ginger. “Childe, it isn't wise to vanish out this late in the evening. You cause unnecessary concern.” His firm words always saw right through anyone.

“I never guessed everyone would flip out over a little fresh air. I'm fine, alright?” The anxious chuckle coming from Childe almost disclosed what he was feeling now from when he was outside. No, how the conversation he just had with some rascal made him feel. He was uneasy, but he couldn't grasp the reason, though. Was it because he saw his face? Was it the way he spoke? His confidence? What was with that guy?

“Ajax,” Jean jeered, stepping forward, trying to stay professional. Thankfully, her voice alone was enough to get Childe back into his right senses.

“Government name, huh, Lady Jean?” He teased. “We’re boiling here.” He averted his gaze to her, trying to mask how he felt behind his playfulness.

Jean didn't have a glint of amusement on her face. “This isn't something to take lightly. We can't risk you being out there by yourself. Especially with no security.” She paused, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just…next time, tell someone.” She ordered.

Childe’s smirk dropped slightly. He gave everyone a defeated sigh. “Yes, Ms. Jean.”

Jean nodded, and the silence was back. The silence that always seemed to creep through the ginger's soul. He squirmed in obvious discomfort, deciding to look down at his camera.

“Your camera? Where's the lens?” Zhongli inquired, glancing towards Childe’s hand. “Is that what you were doing?”

His hand twitched at the question. “Well—yeah. It's what I do to relax sometimes…?” He slanted the camera to see the missing piece. “I, uh… must have dropped it somewhere. It's fine, I'll just replace it.”

Kaeya cracked up, inclining on Diluc, who shifted away slowly, eyeing his little brother in a not-so-comfortable way. “You? Losing something like that? How unusual.”

Childe scoffed. He shrugged at Kaeya, trying to seem indifferent. “C’mon, you know even the best make mistakes. No big deal…” He trailed off at the last part, his voice getting quieter.

A bubbly girl with two blue space buns held messily at the top of her head peeked out from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready!~ Come sit before it gets cold! Me and Guoba—”

Everyone had collectively turned their heads to look at the chef and waited for her to finish speaking. “Not the time? Got it!” She grinned awkwardly. “Uh…just make sure you guys eat!”

Jean smiled softly. “Thanks, Xiangling.”

Chapter Text

The air was inconsistent in Kunikuzushi’s apartment. It was always a quick shift in the day's current mood. Today, it was oddly brighter, though. Sunlight poured through the sheer curtains from a glass door that led to a balcony, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. It was also oddly impeccable, maybe because when Kunikuzushi looks for something, he makes sure nothing can even be considered hiding under a speck of dust.

“You took forever to pick up! What if I were dying!” Kunikuzushi’s voice rang through the line, dramatic and sharp. He let out an exasperated sigh while glancing around his living room. He swore he looked everywhere. Couch, tables, pots, beneath everything he could possibly own. Nothing. How could he have misplaced his necklace?

Kaveh groaned from his side of the call. “What is it, Kuni? I'm working…some of us have actual deadlines.” The blonde didn't even bother glancing at the FaceTime request. He completely ignored it. No shame, no hesitation.

“Deadlines can wait—found it!” Kunikuzushi’s voice practically vibrated with elation. Kaveh had never heard his friend sound so…jubilant. Had he finally conquered Rainbow Land? Unbelievable.

“I have to display this masterpiece to you! Accept my FaceTime!” Kunikuzushi demanded. His tone left no room for refusals. However, the paper ruffling in the background and Kunikuzushi’s words earned Kaveh curious, so he gave in.

“Fine…” Kaveh consented. His fingers reluctantly made their route to his phone screen and clicked the green, glowy button. Before his screen loaded his friend's camera, he pouted. “Always getting your way, hm?” Kaveh thought. Though, he didn't mind much giving in this time.

Kunikuzushi's icon expanded before flicking to a scripted paper. The blonde’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the premature brightness. As his vision cleared, he quickly skimmed over the screen, searching for the hint of the oh-so-called ‘masterpiece.’

“Does my outfit look okay?” Kunikuzushi grinned, only having his outfit in range. He was wearing greyish-blue wide-leg shorts and a white baggy t-shirt. The outfit, of course, was accompanied by his plain, silver necklace. From Kaveh’s point of view, the baggy clothes might just send his slender friend gliding with a breeze.

Kaveh scoffed, “That’s it?”

Before Kunikuzushi could bring in a snarky remark, a knock was heard. His attention snapped to the entrance as he let out a bothered sigh. With Kunikuzushi leaving his phone set, Kaveh could get an adequate glimpse of the interchange. It was a familiar figure at the door, “Sara does delivery?” he asked himself. Though, he didn't find it as significant to mention it.

A girl with a calm yet stern smile greeted him outside. “Good morning. Packages for you.” She extended her busy hands outwardly. There were two boxes and a piece of paper. Once Kunikuzushi held it, she took it as a cue to start speaking. “Check your name and address. If it’s wrong, return it to me.” The girl pulled out her notepad and checked a few things on it.

After confirming it was his, Kunikuzushi gave a short nod with a half-muttered “thank you” and shut the door behind him.

He stepped back in front of his phone to show Kaveh, but his gaze was too fixated on the piece of paper on top. A concerned expression was on Kaveh’s face as he saw Kunikuzushi’s eyes twitch and scarcely widen, holding the paper closer to his face. Kunikuzushi’s heart skipped a beat. Now, he only had to hope this wasn't like that email he had received last time. His grip made the page get wrinkled on one end. “Surely, my eyes aren't deceiving me?”

But before Kaveh could even be nosy and question it, Kunikuzushi went a few steps ahead and took hold of his phone. A few movement noises followed before the camera was flipped to show the document.

The most discernible content in the paper was the large blue letters that read: Congrats, Scaramouche! There was a burst of mischievous laughter behind the shaky screen. “Guess who got a job~” He bragged as if Kaveh would really be envious of something he didn't wanna be.

“Congrats, dude!” His lips curled into a smile…well, before it faltered, “Wait, Scara—what now?” Kaveh blinked. He wondered if they had mistaken his name. “Who is that supposed to be?”

“Oh, yeah, that ,” Kunikuzushi, the grand performer, turned the camera around to make his face visible. His sharp stare paired perfectly with his playful grin. How typical. “Isn’t it just divine ?” He twirled a strand of his hair as if he was auditioning for a role.

Unconvinced by the display, Kaveh squinted his eyes and leaned closer to his phone. As if he wanted Kunikuzushi to reconsider his options. “Like, a stage name?” He queried, ready to test dangerous waters with his following words. “I mean, it suits you, but if you perhaps used your real name, your mom's influence would aid, even without her noticing—”

“Don't even start.” Kunikuzushi snapped, his fingers stilled mid-twirl, while his delight dissolved into a cold glare. The mere mention of his mother still really did send a ripple of irritation down his spine.

His difference in facade gained a sigh from Kaveh. “Sorry, I just thought Ei could pull a few strings without herself knowing.” The blonde admitted.

Kunikuzushi sank into the chair, letting out a slow breath. He lifted up an eyebrow. “Ei? Really?” He complained, almost offended. “Kaveh, she's scammed half the people she's worked with. She's a walking disaster. Do you know how embarrassing it'd be if anyone found out I was her son?” He tattled, glancing at the document in front of him. “I'm fine with staying unknown rather than harassed over my mother's actions.”

“Fair point.” Kaveh nods, leaning back and tapping his pen on his assignment. “I guess you shouldn't build your career off her wreckage.”

Kaveh pondered for a moment, trying to reminisce something. “Hey, Kuni, can I be honest?”

Kunikuzushi's expression eased, the waves of irritation washing away, leaving only curiosity. “Oh, please. Enlighten me with your brutal truths, architect.” His tone had a mix of sarcasm yet intrigue.

Kaveh, ignoring the usual sarcasm, contemplated for a moment longer. He was confirming his thoughts were straight. “Before you informed me Ei was your mom, I didn't know she had a son—” As he spoke, he found something at the back of his head, “I mean, she brought up having two children once, or at least I think she did?” The blonde hesitated. “I absolutely forgot about it. It was an ancient interview, too.”

Kunikuzushi was taken aback by the unexpected point made. Though he was acutely aware of the reasons behind it, a moment of hesitation crept in as he paused to gather his thoughts. Memories all pulled him back to that filthy mess of a home. Ei’s tone was sharp and cold, commanding every corner of the walls within that household.

———

“And lastly,” she paused, letting the words sink in, “Remember, only subtle spoilers about Childe’s solo release if you need to speak about it. Nothing more. And don't bring it up yet if it isn't mentioned.”Jean warned, firing an accusing stare at Kaeya, who raised his hands innocently.

The background was plain white and somewhat uninspiring, not what one would expect from the bubbly and energetic interviewer. There were a few decorations, but it was rather minimalistic.

Many workers were on set, zooming around, busy with tasks, and preparing everything before the interview started. Charlotte had come to Sumeru City as soon as possible after hearing about their hectic schedule for their stay there. She even rented a studio there! They were making sure everything was intact and in check. DCKZ was told to wait a few moments since Charlotte, their interviewer, was advertising the upcoming event.

“Anyways, Childe, I heard that your little evening walk caused…quite the stir,” Kaeya remarked with a sly smile, his tone along with a hint of amusement.

Childe snapped his head toward Kaeya, his lips turned downward into a slight frown. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, yes. We will definitely have to go over that after this interview.” Jean stated with a clipped tone before she strode off the set, her posture unyielding. DCKZ was left in complete stillness after that.

Childe shifts uncomfortably at his manager's words. He was confused about what they were referring to.

Kaeya bent forward closer to Childe. “I didn't know you had a friend in Sumeru.” He smirks, trying to hint at the situation as if Childe even had one clue of what they were gossiping about. “I heard she is known in the media too…”

By now, Childe's confusion was plainly visible on his face. His odd and uncomfortable mannerisms made the other members exchange odd looks. Their gazes on him as if they wanted to read into his brain. Did they think he was lying? “What are you all talking about?” He tried to force his tone light, but there was a hint of suspicion beneath it.

Zhongli was sitting to Kaeya’s right. He sipped on the refreshing water the set provided for them. After noting Childe’s eerie behavior, he decided to come clean to him. “He’s referring to the picture. During your ‘air-catching’ session, you were seen in the company of a woman with distinct purple or blue bangs.” His tone was calm, making the tension Kaeya had built up crack and soften.

Diluc crossed his arms over his chest before nodding. “Oh, that. I saw it, too. It was a bit blurry—but unmistakably you…even with all those…accessories you had on. And the girl with the hood over her head—Raiden?” he guessed. An eyebrow arched on his face, fixing his posture as he awaited an explanation.

The ginger directed his already bewildered look at Diluc. But Kaeya had already grabbed his phone to show Childe the picture they, the paparazzi, had taken. “How romantic~,” The blue-haired male teased.

As the screen was visible to Childe, his expression twisted between disbelief and irritation. He remembered that night undoubtedly. “Hey, that's not—”

“C’mon!” Kaeya interrupted. “If that's Ei’s daughter, I’d gladly approve of it—she can unquestionably keep our notoriety afloat while…you-know-who is having their fifteen minutes of fame.”

Before Childe could defend himself, Zhongli remarked. “While Kaeya’s point is merit, that couldn't possibly be Ei’s daughter. The young woman would not set foot out of Inazuma…at least not without bodyguards, and I trust you are all well aware of why.” His tone had a sense of authority as his group’s leader.

The ginger blinked, “Right. Because it wasn't! It was not even a g-”

“Good afternoon, DCKZ! Oh, how I've longed for this moment!” An energetic voice beamed through the conversation, making everyone collectively turn to her. “If you don't know me yet, I'm Charlotte! And I'll be interviewing you all today!” She went down in a line with her arm extended, making sure to greet all the members with a polite handshake.

They all returned a warm smile back at her, nodding their head at her words. Some of the same old: ‘ Nice to meet you ’ and ‘ hellos’ were heard as they did so.

“Anyways, I'm such an immense fan! I can't believe I have THE boy group in my studio right now!” She giggled softly. She sat on the opposite side, letting a small table separate her from the group. It was her usual setup. Assumed assistants gathered and set things down that she'd likely need for the interview. This included random props that were sat on top of the table. “I'll make this painless.” She winked playfully and sat back.

Diluc, always wanting perfection, smiled politely, speaking first. “So, is there any rules?” He questioned.

Charlotte grinned back before nodding, “Yes! When I mention you guys, I need you to introduce yourselves as a group. And also…I’d request you to go along with our sponsor—it's a starting company, and they need support.” Her smile and tone both eased at the end. She adored helping businesses and brands that weren't as relevant to the public eye. “Oh, and don't worry—your executive authorized it, so you guys won't get into trouble.”

They all nodded, comprehending what they were advised to do. “We will try our best.” The redhead ascertained. They were definitely down to help small or starting businesses.

They were gonna start filming soon. DCKZ, having already been part of many interviews during their career, were very confident on set. While the boys could only hope the interview wouldn't delve too much into their personal lives, they knew Charlotte was known for asking foul questions unashamedly. But that's what makes her so popular.

Other than that fact, there wasn't one hint of nervousness around any members.

Except for Childe. He knew that they were definitely going to touch the topic of the photo. He also knew that it wasn't even a girl in that picture. But he was conflicted. His stomach felt like it was twisting. From far…she—he looked just like her—and the hood assisting to hide the actual length of his hair, which wasn't as long as Raiden’s didn't help at all.

If he denied it, would they assume he was lying? He had no other proof, so his fans would likely analyze and look closely to compare every possible feature of the blurry image to a picture of Raiden’s. They looked absolutely alike. That had to be a gender-swapped doppelganger. The only trustworthy evidence he'd have is Raiden putting a statement out herself, which, well, given her family and social status, Raiden wouldn't go out of her way to address some foolish tales.

———

Kunikuzushi's shrug was slightly too deliberate, and his gaze wandered aimlessly. It was clear that he was trying to act unbothered. “The moment she was born, it was as if I didn't matter. At this point, I was discarded.” He coped by exaggerating the hell out of any situation. “Out of sight, out of mind.” His tone was frigid.

Kaveh sighed, his expression softening. He fidgeted with his pencil. “That's…messed up. And she expects you to cooperate and lend a hand in her fraud-filled company?” Guilt tugged at him for bringing this up.

The other snorted. “Apparently, she ‘needs a man’ to maintain her business. But let's be honest, she didn't ask what I desired. Not then, not now.”

Kaveh leaned back, resting his chin on his hand. He looked at Scara's smug but bitter expression and sighed. “It’s always what others want from you, huh?”

“Welcome to my life.” Kunikuzushi shrugged. “She said I was too short to model—which, yes, it does make it a little difficult…but I can surely fit in some concepts…”

Kaveh chuckled lightly at his friend’s dramatic remark. However, his curiosity did grow at the thought of how Kunikuzushi’s family functioned. “Sorry for the questions, but…” he paused. Seeing his friend just glance at the camera, he continued. “Your sister…she doesn't have it that bad with Ei, right? She’s kind of popular last time I heard.”

“Popular?” Kunikuzushi blinked. “Kaveh, she got thrown tomatoes at her head when she set foot out of Inazuma. Tomatoes .” Saying the last word with a mean giggle, he tilted his head. “And yet she refuses to say a word against Ei. She's practically clinging on her for dear life,” he complained, expressing his emotion with tense shoulders and repeatedly swaying his palm upward. “But what will happen when Ei doesn't shield her anymore? When she gets tired of her little puppet, huh?”

Kaveh attentively nodded. He knew his friend was right, but whatever happened to Raiden was his last concern. “Beats me, really. I hope she opens her eyes, though. She needs to,” he stated.

With a buzz, Kaveh’s phone vibrated. It vibrated so loudly that Kunikuzushi heard it, but…he didn't want to question it.

“Shit…my professor is calling me—I'll text you after, bye!” Hurriedly, Kaveh ended the call. Leaving an oppressive sense of silence in Kunikuzushi’s apartment.

The male could only stare into an invisible void. What eventually managed to snap him out of the emptiness was the document before him. He straightened himself before lifting the paper to eye level, reading further.

—

Congrats, Scaramouche!

We are thrilled to invite you on set for one of our commercials featuring Electraze, our new energy drink. We believe your unique looks and undeniable presence are precisely what we need to launch with impact! We are excited to have you on board!

Looking forward to seeing you there!

Electraze Company

The shooting is planned for November 30th at 1 pm.

For further details, Contact: (901) 234-5678

—

His eyes widened as they scanned the letter and noticed the date and time. It was November 30. He hoped it wasn't too late to call. It was 9 am, after all. He quickly took out his phone and tapped on the screen as rapidly as his fingers could.

———

As Charlotte was finishing the intro, she turned back to the group. “I am so excited to have you guys in the show!” She beamed brightly, already wondering how many questions she’d be able to fit here. She always had her own unique way of making things a bit more fun.

“Now, let us commence today’s interview with the boy group of all time!” She immediately pulled the mic attached to her attire close to her mouth and whispered into its sensitivity, “That was our first lie. I'm not that chill.” The gesture was given to the members that she was interacting with the audience. She was exaggerated and fun, elements fans loved.

DCKZ played along with her act. In response to her mysterious behavior, they acted curious and confused, focusing on every little move she produced.

Charlotte dramatically stretched out her arms. “The game is…Two Truths and One Lie!” Her arms pointed toward the ceiling, prompting the members to follow her motion with their gazes. “The rules will be on screen! Let's begin!” Charlotte snickered as she glanced back at the members, who realized—too late—that the gesture was for editing.

Letting her arms drop to her seat’s armrests, she scooted forward, squinting. “If you're ready…” Her eyes locked on the guy with blue hair. “You. Start us off.” She leaned back, signaling at Kaeya.

Kaeya shifted in his seat and pointed at himself with a grin. “Me? Oh, piece of cake.” He chuckled as he put his hand down. All eyes were on him now, and he loved it. “One: I almost set a stage prop on fire during a late rehearsal. Two: Zhongli yells at me often for singing his part during practice. Three: I forgot my lyrics on stage and relied on the backtrack.”

Charlotte giggled in amusement while Childe almost choked on his spit as Kaeya listed his occasions.

Diluc thought for a moment. He brought his fingers up to his chin to make his educated guess, “While all three of those sound like something you'd do…lighting the set on fire can't be it.” His gaze shifted to Kaeya. “Ms. Jean would have yelled at us for years if you would have messed up a prop on stage.” His tone was dry, but his guess did find reason in his mind.

Childe hummed. “If you relied on the backtrack because you forgot the lyrics, there must've been a slip up on the lip-syncing—you would've been clowned all over the media.” He shrugged. “But you're not, so that's the lie.”

Kaeya immediately responded, feigning offense. “Some of us are professional, thanks.”

Zhongli cleared his throat and stepped up in the conversation in a calm manner, “For the record, I don't raise my voice at anyone…I prefer other communication alternatives.” He protested.

Charlotte watched the interaction closely, not being able to contain the rush of excitement she felt. “Kaeya, what was your lie?”

The blue-haired male nodded. “The Zhongli one was the lie,” he confessed.

Charlotte and Diluc shared a shocked look—well, one more apparent than the other, hence the fact that Diluc barely shifts his features when off-stage. “When did this happen?” Diluc’s tone filled with concern.

“Don’t light my set on fire, Kaeya!” Charlotte joked and put her hands above her head, protecting herself from nothing. “Sumeru is very hot and is filled with forests… that'd be more than bad news…”

The ginger slapped his knee with a loud cackle. “This was so recent!” Catching his breath, he noticed everyone’s expressions and sighed. “You guys recall the new comeback rehearsal? When Kaeya and I couldn't get the chorus right, we forcefully spent extra time rehearsing.”

Kaeya snickered. “Well, to be honest, Childe thought it was a great idea to light up the candles for the opening we planned for the two following nights…he said it was to make the set feel ‘real,’ and when I had to do my kick—I accidentally kicked a candle and it landed on a flammable prop.”

Childe struggled to contain the laughter still lingering from the situation. While Diluc stared deadpan, Zhongli wore a slightly amused smile.

Zhongli sighed, taking the situation lightly simply because everything turned out fine, “You both should still be more cautious.” Was the only thing said before Charlotte spoke out.

Charlotte glanced directly at the camera, brimming with energy. “There you have it! Your idol almost lit up a stage on fire!” She extended her arms theatrically, her tone sounding additionally stunned at the end of her sentence.

The interviewer glanced at the members again, “A few more rounds and we’ll get to the good stuff!”

———

As Kunikuzushi stepped into the supermarket, the faint scent of merchandise…and, oddly, vegetables faded into the background as his nose got accustomed. There were about three people near the entrance. Two of them seemed like they were getting instructed by the other. At the sound of the door, all three turned to look at Kunikuzushi, who was reaching for his pocket to grab his phone and text that he was there.

A woman holding a clipboard approached him quickly, her professional demeanor faltering for a second as her sharp gaze lingered on his appearance. “You're…Scaramouche, right?” she asked, her professional tone laced with faint awe.

“That’s correct,” he replied smoothly, his tone calm.

“Right, well, we just need you to sign some papers before we start,” The woman said, recovering her composure as she handed him the clipboard. Her gaze was steady as she studied his almost-perfect complexion.

Kunikuzushi gave her a small, practiced smile as he took the clipboard. It had a pen attached to it with a thick string. He skimmed over the paper quickly and signed his name. He was still gonna have to get used to that name. And he had gone over his signature at home right after he had chosen it. Once he had successfully written his title, he glanced up from the clipboard, handing it back to the woman. “Anything else?”

The woman’s lips curved into a smile, “I’m Yelan, by the way.” a subtle approving gesture, “Follow me. I'll show you to the set.” She set her clipboard on the counter before taking him to where everything would be recorded.

She led him to a corner of the store where Electraze , the energy drink, was stocked up on the shelves, and on top of that, they already had everything prepared for the set. Yelan stopped and turned to face him, her professional demeanor still intact but tinged with curiosity.

“This should be simple. We'll start with you holding the can and taking a sip. After that, just face the camera as if you felt a sudden rush of energy from merely the drink touching your lips. Confidence is key.” She explained while grabbing a drink off the shelf and pretending to do the ad herself. Once she was done explaining the first scene, she stepped back and gave a sign for him to take position.

Kunikuzushi smirked slightly, his eyes glinting under the added-on lighting from the crew. "Confidence? I don't think that'll be an issue.”

Her sharp eyes flicked to his, amusement briefly breaking her cold exterior. She loved his attitude. "I didn't think it would be.” She turned to signal the crew, her composure returning instantly.

“Alright, everyone. Let's get started. This one looks like he knows what he's doing.”

In response, everyone on set got to work. The workers pointed cameras and lighting where they were instructed to. Kunikuzushi strode into his place, but he couldn't lie. He was a little nervous. He adjusted his posture with natural ease, trying to shake off the nerves slowly creeping in.

His presence was alluring, and Yelan couldn't help but observe him for a moment longer before nodding to the cameraman. While she was only there to film the commercial, she couldn't help but sense that this guy had so much more potential than a small advertisement.

"Ready when you are,” she said, her voice smooth as silk.

The camera crew now just waited for Scaramouche’s signal.

———

The vibe was joyful, and laughter echoed in the room. Which meant time passed by quickly. Plenty of secrets were undoubtedly revealed in these games. Overall, though, DCKZ had fun for a while. With that, many rounds and games later, they decided it was only ideal to wrap up this silly interview with the most awaited moment…the fan questions.

“Ah, really?!” Charlotte exclaimed, covering her mouth as she looked at Childe. “I heard that the model that's going to appear in your upcoming music video is known to be flawless!” She beamed. Her excitement for Childe’s solo was hard to miss.

Childe nodded, “Yeah, she’s, uh, cool.”

Cool? Really? Was he that awkward? Or was he genuinely not trying to bring in any more dating rumors…?

After glancing at the clock, Charlotte remained with her curiosity. Time was ticking and they needed to finish soon.

“And our grand finale!” Charlotte picked up a glass jar and jumped from her seat, shaking it dramatically and making the folded pieces inside the jar rustle against each other softly. “These are your fan’s questions! They were submitted through our link!” She inclined toward the camera and whispered, “You can find it in our Instagram bio!”

“But before that, have you people ever wondered what keeps me so energized?” She asked the audience, and…well, DCKZ, too.

DCKZ nodded eagerly communicating wonder, once again following along with her as her assistant brought her a fun and vibrant colored bottle.

“This is Electraze!” She pushed the drink toward the camera excitedly. “It comes in many different flavors. For example, this is the grape flavor!” She emphasized the medium-sized bottle and its fluorescent purple color. “This wakes you up in an instant! It has a smooth, refreshing taste that is perfect for your adventures! The best fuel for the fun!”

Kaeya inclined forward, trying to fetch a peek at the drink before raising an eyebrow, “Hey, that's what me and Diluc have been drinking before the gym!” he lied.

Diluc glanced at his brother, glimpsing his expression that clearly said ‘play along.’ He turned back toward the camera, “That’s right.” He confirmed dryly.

“You heard it from the best!” Charlotte took the drink back and gestured to DCKZ. She had the widest smile as she ended the promotion and spun her attention back to shaking her glass jar around.

“Thank you…” Charlotte mouthed, looking over her shoulder at Diluc and Kaeya.

She cleared her throat and resumed. Her voice getting louder for the mic to catch. “So, our admirable gentlemen here will pick out a paper, and whatever question they get, they shall answer!” She turned around, going down a line with the jar in hand as they each picked a piece.

She observed the ginger unfold his paper first. She was remarkably watchful of it, the excitement growing through her veins, making her feel like she was near popping. “Childe, give us the honor~”

Kaeya grinned, “Our fans are fun. They better hit us with their worst.”

Childe held the tiny paper up in his hands and read it. “DCKZ, how do you feel about the new group, 5WIRL?” He tilted his head.

Charlotte gasped at the mention of 5WIRL, “Ooo, their songs are so cute~” Her eyes glinted.

Zhongli shrugged. He was as indifferent as customary. “Good group with an outstanding concept. Definitely has potential.”

Kaeya and Childe shared a judging ‘Are you hearing this?’ glance before feeling Diluc’s cold gaze on them. They comprehended that they couldn't declare anything, so they agreed with Zhongli.

Next, it was Zhongli’s turn. He held the paper really close to his face since his vision was lowkey not the best. “If DCKZ could perform one song for the rest of their careers, which one would it be?”

“That's a fun one!” Charlotte commented.

“Definitely ‘Sky,’ that's one of my favorites to perform.” Zhongli smiled softly.

Diluc hummed in agreement.

“I don't know,” Childe shrugged

“‘Course you don't.” Kaeya’s playful voice was heard in response as he teased the other. “My turn!” His gaze lowered to what was in his hand. “It says…” he paused, looking over the whole question before reading it aloud. “Hearing Childe’s solo coming soon, does this mean other members of DCKZ will also go solo?”

“Well,” Kaeya looked up as if trying to find a cloud with thoughts over his head. “Not that we are aware of. Only Childe for now.”

Everyone else collectively agreed with Kaeya’s response.

And last but not least, Diluc. “Is anyone in DCKZ dating?” the reply this received from the redhead was firm but quick. “No.”

Charlotte didn't even have time to make the question sound more dramatic than it was. She pouted and continued.

“Now our last one….” She turned to Childe. “Would you like to explain to us what you've been doing out at night with a mysterious person?” The mischievous glint in her eyes was genuinely starting to disturb the ginger.

Childe tensed up, but thankfully, Kaeya spoke, which bought him time to think. “If anything, he's the mysterious one. Archons, he was covered.”

Zhongli’s eyes shifted to Childe, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed. “Well, Charlotte,” He tried to distract. He knew that Childe was overtaken by his public image and let the public perception control his nerves.

Finally speaking, though, he managed to let out a small mutter. “I don't wish to address it.” His voice trembled a bit as he looked around the room aimlessly.

Charlotte’s lips tugged down into a dramatic frown. “Aww…and I was ready to put the picture up via my projector!” she put her hands on her hips but ended up cutting the act quickly. She didn't cross over her guest’s boundaries, and that wasn't gonna change anytime soon. “We will edit that part off for you!”

Childe smiled at the gesture. Other people—interviewers—would definitely use that clip to their advantage to cause rumors and gain way more attention from the situation. Of course, the viewers licked their shoes clean when they did that, though. It is okay to be curious, but they really need to refrain from barging into their idols’ lives.

—•••

There was a signal from the crew in the back, meaning that the cameras were no longer rolling and the interview was over. Charlotte stretched and let out a satisfied yawn, “I hope you all had fun! It was an honor to meet you all!” her voice with a tinge of admiration.

Childe nodded in response while the others verbally returned her delightfulness.

DCKZ was already getting up, taking off, and returning their tiny microphones to the staff.

“It was very engaging. Thanks for having us, Charlotte,” Zhongli mentioned. He stretched out his hand smoothly, giving her a kind smile.

Charlotte’s grin couldn't have grown wider as she shook Zhongli’s hand. “Ah, I'm flattered!” She gushed, giving a polite nod to the other members as they made their way out of the studio.

Jean, their manager, professionally approached Charlotte, starting a small chat. She usually stayed to address the signed documents after occasions like these that went into the media.

The group, on the other hand, was outside. Already making plans that didn't necessarily involve waiting on their manager. Well, it’s not like she cared much. They were adults, and while as idols, it was better to take precautions…she did believe in not getting between them since they'd all be together anyway. They could look after themselves together.

“I'm boreeeeed!” Kaeya crowed, keeping up with his friends as he rested his hands on his head.

“Keep it down,” Diluc suggested a bit sternly.

Childe sneered at the interaction, thinking for a moment. Turning his head, his eyes familiarizing the unknown area, “Look, a supermarket…can we stop by?” Childe asked, his tone hopeful once he felt his stomach grumble in agreement.

Zhongli acknowledged Childe’s suggestion and nodded. “I guess I'm hungry too.”

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Childe had already spent a decent amount of time wandering through the aisles. He was about to give up on looking for snacks as his patience ran incredibly short—he wasn't picky by any means. But right now, he wanted something specifically sweet.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back to his friends, his attention caught a sudden burst of activity from one of the aisles. Cameras were flashing, and praise was being thrown immaculately. By the ridiculously exaggerated comments he was hearing, whoever was the center of attention there had to be very good. And he was speaking from experience.

Of course, curiosity got the better of him. He stepped closer. He ensured he kept a respectful distance so he wouldn't disturb anyone. The last thing he wanted was to interrupt someone’s work—he knew how it felt firsthand.

As soon as he approached the set, the team called for what Childe recognized as either a break…or the shoot was probably pushing toward an end. Quietly, he tried to peek into the aisle beside the one he went into, poking his head ‘discreetly’ beside the shelf.

His eyes caught onto an individual who wore a simple, sporty outfit. A white, athletic full zip jacket that fitted sleekly against his form. It was paired with black joggers that hung just right, casual but purposeful. The male handed the purple energy drink back to one of the workers—it was probably an on-set assistant.

Was that grape flavor? Oh, ew.

“Wait, is that…?” It didn't connect yet. But Childe felt it once he looked closer. His confusion didn't last long as the figure turned his body slightly. A fourth of his face…he’s seen it before. He waited for his face to shift more before it clicked. That deliberate, sharp gaze. Those same indigo eyes, and just like that evening, nothing slipped past them.

Childe felt his heart drop as his insistence manifested the guy to glance straight at him. He caught him staring.

“What do I do?” Briskly, he clasped a bag of chips and scanned over the label. Would he believe it?

A minute passed. Childe wasn’t even scanning it anymore, but out of nervousness, his eyes went over the calorie count…over and over again. The warmth that crept into his cheeks made him feel exposed. “This is so embarrassing.” he thought.

“Excuse me?” the model interfered.

His honeyed voice caught Childe’s attention immediately. His head shot toward that direction, taking a few steps away from the shelf to get a clear look at the person who called out to him.

“Could you grab me another water bottle?” the male lifted his arm, signaling at the cooler sitting near Childe’s feet. “I'm out of water,” he stated.

Childe’s gaze lowered and came back up in the same instant. He blinked at the other in pure haze. “What?”

Childe caught what seemed like an eye twitch as the immediate response. “The water. It's closer to you.” He pointed out. With a small sigh, he spoke again. “Isn't that your job?” His tone had a sharp edge to it—as much as he seemed to try and suppress.

Oh. This guy thought he was an assistant.

His embarrassment vanished in an instant at the realization. A slight frown ghosted across Childe’s lips before he bent to reach for a bottle. Without a word, he tossed it lightly toward the other.

From that deed, he earned a nod. A half-assed nod.

“Do you want me to run the lines with you? Maybe adjust the lighting while I'm at it?” Childe’s words were deliberately off-hand, but the subtle jab in his tone wasn't disregarded by the other.

“No?” The guy cocked his head with an incredulous expression. “We literally just got don—” he stopped before finishing his sentence. His gaze locked onto a ginger-haired guy whose movements were brisk as he swept the end of the aisle. His eyes flickered from the crew member to Childe.

Childe was almost offended that he was confused with...uh, that.

When he turned back, about to express his disbelief, the model had narrowed his vision, scanning every feature on Childe’s face. A flicker of realization—familiarity hit the smaller male in the face.

Did he finally recognize him, at least? He wouldn't be hurt if the other didn't remember that specific night—but come on! He was in one of the most popular idol groups…how could he not be identified?

“Wait, you're—”

Thank the glorious Archons. It was about time. “Yes, I’m in DCKZ.” The smirk, along with the grandiosity in his tone was almost irritating.

Though, the guy in front of him saw no hint of grandiosity. His unimpressed frown spoke for itself. “What? No, you're the guy from the park—wait…did you just say you're in dicks?” His jaw dropped in pure disgust. “How does that even work—you know what, whatever happens in your room doesn't concern me in the slightest.” He leaned back, mockingly keeping his distance.

Childe’s smugness dropped for half a second. It was back to the mild offense from earlier. “It's not—ugh. It's not even pronounced with an ‘i,’ alright? It’s—”

The guy wrinkled his eyebrows. “Oh, that little group…” he reminisced in a flat tone. He tried to act unfazed just to not raise this ginger’s ego. He didn't personally like the group—but being around such a known person was a bit nerve-wracking. “No wonder you also looked familiar at the park, then.”

Childe, trying to act careless, shrugged the comment off. As if he didn't think back to it. “Oh, don't remind me…” His tone was flat, but the way his eyes wandered aimlessly said otherwise. “Because of you, we’ve got a scandal—not like they know it’s you…but come on!”

“Scandal?” the other questioned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nah, you've got the wrong person. It was likely someone you saw that same day—”

“They think it was someone else—but the vending machine I bumped into was in the picture…along with you,” he corrected. “So that is probably why you have heard of it.”

“Someone else?” the other echoed. “Who?”

Childe recalled. He tried as hard as he could to remember the small details of the picture without taking his phone out to look for it. “Yeah—bad quality. The editing they tried just so they could redeem it failed and just made everything look too saturated.”

“As for who you're getting confused with…” he paused. Knowing this guy for as little as he did, Childe already knew how easily ticked off he was, so maybe telling him that he's getting, in a way, compared to Raiden, with her reputation of all people…would definitely cause him to short circuit. “I don't know, a random I've never heard of.”

“Well, if it isn't Ajax,” a woman’s voice rang, cutting through the conversation.

“Childe,” Childe corrected instantly as if it were a reflex. Looking away from the male and focusing on the somewhat familiar attitude he sensed from the woman.

Ah, Yelan.

She walked closer to them, and her already sly smirk was apparent once Chide spoke. “Still defensive about it, hm? How come your manager, Jean—”

“No matter how much I try to tell her, it doesn't work.” He kept it short with Yelan. If he was being honest, it did surprise him to see her again. He hadn't worked with her in a good minute...but he didn't miss it. She was a bit pushy when it came to people’s boundaries. She was all: ‘Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone,’ after all.

“Good to see you again. How's the upcoming solo? Got something flashy up your sleeve per usual? Perhaps need a director?” The way she asked all those questions could make anyone overwhelmed—even if she spoke at a reasonable pace.

“Yelan,” he acknowledged. “Uh, pretty smoothly. I have the music video filming soon…” Childe shook his head, “I think the director—his name is Albedo…? Not sure…What about you?”

He glanced at the other guy who just pulled out his phone, waiting for instructions. He looked a bit clueless about what to do after what he assumed was modeling for a brand. He could be wrong, but he was sure about one thing—he was definitely a beginner. And a pretty decent one from what he'd heard before approaching.

With only that, he could already guess how it was going for Yelan since she was working with rookies.

Yelan listened closely to each word Childe mouthed, nodding and holding the usual eye contact that made people feel self-aware. She seemed like she was going to say something, yet she stopped herself with a muttered “Oh.” and turned to the other guy.

“Scaramouche, you should go change. We are wrapping it up.” Yelan gestured to his outfit with her eyes.

Childe repeated the name in his mind, “Scaramouche, huh?” The guy—Scaramouche—didn't need to be asked twice to get moving toward the bathrooms. The ginger’s eyes followed him for a second until…

“Anyway, people aren't appreciating time and effort these days…after a certain someone,” she cleared her throat. “Ei…said something about my work when I oversaw her daughter’s photoshoots.”

Once that came out of Yelan’s mouth, Scaramouche‘s steps faltered—just for a second—before he continued on like nothing. It was a random reaction to such a specific thing.

However, Childe just brushed it off. His attention was immediately back to the conversation he was having with Yelan. Before he could even respond, she cut him off. Was that a bad habit?

“I don't blame you. He's a great distraction,” Yelan delivered a sort of ‘knowing’ look at Childe. Did she even know anything? Assumably not because Childe certainly didn't know what she was trying to say with that look. “You know him?”

Childe seemed to hesitate for a moment…but then feigned casualness to the subject. “No.”

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes for a quick second. She wasn't convinced. “Really? You two seemed to get along before I came.”

“If only she knew how the conversation was actually going.”

He smirked slightly, “Nothing like that.”

“Well,” she chuckled lightly, but after an exhale, her tone’s subtle casualty reversed to professional. “He did a solid job for his first time.”

“So, I was correct. He is a rookie.”

“He’s got quite the unique features,” she admitted, her voice the usual orotuned.

Childe didn't reply directly. He didn't care about him—not really. Yet, Yelan’s words stuck with him for some reason. Instead of commenting on his naturality on the job, he just huffed.

“Yeah? He's got an attitude, though. Good luck with that,” the grin never wiped off his face.

Yelan smiled knowingly as if she had already anticipated that type of act from the man in front of her.

The exchange was interrupted by the sound of someone speaking up. “Hey, can you come see if the shots meet your expectations?” The guy didn't seem aware of the conversation he had intervened. Likely because his eyes were glued to an iPad with scribbles and what seemed like a checklist.

“Got it.” Yelan barely spared Childe a glance before scanning the area. The other team members had already dispersed. That left only Childe around with an earshot. Her gaze landed on him expectantly. “You know where the second entrance is? Wait here for Scaramouche—he should be out soon. Tell him to meet me there.”

“Yeah, I think I passed it while looking for...” Childe trailed off and frowned at the sudden order. “Wait, why me?” He had come here for a snack, not to deal with this Scaramouche guy.

But Yelan had already started walking away, making her decision final.

Childe exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms as he headed toward the bathroom—assuming that's where Scaramouche was changing. Thankfully, it was a few steps away from where he originally was. Once he got there, he leaned against the wall and pulled out his phone to pass the time.

“Figures. A few minutes won't kill me. Hopefully.”

———

He didn't take that long. At least, that is what Kunikuzushi thought. Turns out that he did way too much processing in the stall. In one day, he had finished his first job, met an idol who is a massive deal in the industry not once but twice, and learned that he was involved in a scandal with that same idol…well, kind of…?

Once out, his gaze swept across the scene where they were formerly filming. It was nearly empty, and there was no one around. Everything was also packed up, which Kunikuzushi took as a sign to head out.

But then, he noticed a familiar ginger and his brows knit together slightly. Childe was talking to a woman—not anyone Kunikuzushi knew, so he turned around, retracing his steps from earlier.

As he signed the woman’s notebook, Childe noticed Scaramouche. “Uh, please excuse me.” He let out a wobbly chuckle before returning the notebook to the woman.

Kunikuzushi was barely making it out of the aisle. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and instinctively turned around. He let out a dramatic exhale before glaring up—realizing Childe was the one behind him. “What?” he questioned, his calm-ish tone obviously contrived.

Childe relaxed his gaze. This guy was draining. “Wow, nice to see you too. You took forever.” His tone was laced with irony.

Kunikuzushi scrunched his eyebrows. “Oh, my bad. I didn't realize I’d hired you as my personal timekeeper.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Childe couldn't help but roll his eyes at the unnecessary mock. “I'm not. But Yelan told me to pass a message. Meet her at the second entrance.”

Kunikuzushi looked away from Childe’s face. “Like I know where that is…” he mumbled, more to himself than Childe.

Unfortunately, the other caught the mumble. Childe stared at him like he just said something absurd, and of course, he had to comment. “Seriously? You've been here all day.”

All Childe received from that was a careless shrug from the other.

Childe breathed out sharply, dragging a hand down his face and muttering something just low enough for Kunikuzushi to miss.

“Whatever, I’ll take you.” He knew that Yelan had asked him if he knew where the entrance was for one reason. And that was to walk Scaramouche there if it was needed. But he really wanted to avoid that.

Kunikuzushi turned back around, “I don't need you to babysit me. Pass.”

And that's when Childe had it. He hated this guy’s guts. “Great!” he exclaimed mockingly. “Go ahead, get lost.”

As Kunikuzushi starts walking away, he receives a call. Not having the time for it, he reaches into his pocket and dials the volume down once, muting the call. He wasn't paying attention to his step until he lightly collided with someone, their sleeves brushing for only a second.

A taller individual looked down at him. “Watch where you're going.” Although his voice was calm, his undertone said something else. Something that irritated Kunikuzushi even more.

“Sorry,” Kunikuzushi muttered reluctantly.

Childe’s eyebrows shot up, not foreseeing what was occurring before him. “Damn, he gets a sorry? Meanwhile, I get the usual headache—not even a decent word.”

The guy smiled subtly but kept his tone dry. “It's fine. You alright?”

As Kunikuzushi lifted his gaze toward the figure he'd bumped into, he recognized him immediately. This was the guy Kaveh jabs about all the time. Even without an introduction, he could identify his stupid, long, and luscious red hair from the number of times Kaveh reposted him on his socials. Diluc.

“Yes, I'm fine.” He tried to keep himself reticent. All he could do was pray to the Archons that it worked.

Diluc took note of the annoyance in his tone, so he just left him alone.

Kunikuzushi tried stepping away immediately after those words left his mouth, just to be greeted by another two men who blocked his path unintentionally. Was this the rest of the group? Seemed like it.

It didn't help that the hallway was small. It already felt cramped enough. Kunikuzushi greeted his teeth but tried to keep his composure regardless of the overwhelming feeling of unease that twisted in his gut.

Not knowing the shorter guy was still there, Diluc turned to look at Childe. “You know him?”

Childe shrugged, trying to act uninterested. “You could say that.”

“No.” Kunikuzushi blurted out. He didn't want anything to do with that dumb guy. He figured he'd have to wait for the other two to just get out of the way instead of having to interact with them just to run off from Childe.

Diluc’s head slowly turned to the guy. His impassive facade never left his face, but his eyes scanned him carefully. Then he turned to look at Childe, his eyes flickered back and forth. An expression that was perfectly known by Childe.

“Hey, guys, let's try the…the…” It was like a switch turned on Childe. His eyes aimlessly darted, looking for something that he could distract Diluc with. “Look! It’s Electraze!” He pointed at the shelves, making sure his voice was loud enough to be heard even by the other two members who had just walked in the aisle. “If we boosted it…we gotta see what we are promoting to the fans!”

As the voice rang through Kunikuzushi’s ears, he felt his own complexion shift for the worse. “They promoted Electraze? What the actual hell.”

As the two men moved, distracted by Childe, Kunikuzushi quickly fished out his phone. Primarily to not seem like a creepy, obsessed fan pretending to be focused on the shelves. Once the screen lit up, the first thing to pop up was the call he had ignored when trying to get out of the aisle.

—

1 Missed call from Kaveh.

Kaveh: how’d it go?

Kaveh: KUNI. YOU SAID IT’D BE OVER BY NOW WHERE R U

Kaveh: kuuuuniiiii answer pretty pleaseeee.

Kaveh: call me when u can :’)

—

As he read the messages, he couldn't help but feel a grain of guilt. But he couldn't even reply right now.

Kunikuzushi’s attention bounced between his phone and the group—Kaveh’s favorite idol group—casually chatting in the same aisle where he had filmed his very first advertisement.

He turned around quickly, sliding left as the camera app slid into his screen. With DCKZ in the background, Kunikuzushi made sure to angle the camera to where his face wasn't entirely showing—but still made himself recognizable enough for Kaveh to believe him and snapped a picture to make it up to his best friend.

After that…he wandered out to look for the ‘second entrance’ Childe had mentioned.

———

DCKZ didn't bat an eye. They were all pretty unbothered—except Childe, whatever he was right now was not unbothered. Out of his nerve, he started a discussion that would get Scaramouche out of their—Diluc’s—mind.

All four debated which Electraze flavor would taste better.

“Guys. The flavors have names!?” Kaeya exclaimed, lifting up a blueberry-flavored bottle. “‘Riptide’ is definitely the best,” he declared.

“Really? Charlotte didn't mention any names—but no, the best is definitely, uh.” He turns the bottle in his hand to read the label. “‘Eternity’ is for sure.” He turned to the other two to hear their opinions.

“I want to taste ‘Legacy,’” Zhongli commented. “It’s lemon tea flavored.”

Diluc looked at his drink and at the one in Childe’s hand. It was the same. “Since when do you like grape flavors?”

Childe blinked. To be honest, Childe didn't know himself why he grabbed that flavor. Maybe it was the closest? Or perhaps because he had seen it not just in Charlotte’s hand in the interview, but also Scaramouche’s.

And, of course, as expected, Diluc grabbed the grape flavor, and on top of that, he had to point out Childe’s choice in front of everyone.

“Just trying to see what the hype is about, y’know?” he grinned, hoping his lie was believable enough.

Kaeya furrowed his brows. “Grape? Oh, please, Childe. Don't downgrade on me like that,” he sneered.

“People are entitled to their own opinions, Kaeya,” Zhongli avowed.

A ringing noise intervened in the conversation. Everyone’s attention was taken to look for the source. Childe patted his pockets and felt the vibration through the fabric of his jeans.

“That's my phone,” he confirmed. He reached for his phone and immediately. The contact name at the top of the screen read ‘Yelan.’ Childe held the phone up to his ear.

The rest of the members kept their banter going—primarily, Kaeya toward Diluc’s liking of grape…grape juice.

“Childe? Is that you?” The voice on the line questioned. With a calm hum of affirmation from the other, she continued. “Okay, I had to make sure—I went through my old contacts for about three minutes.”

Childe’s gaze instinctively directed toward the aisle, no Scaramouche in sight. “Yelan, I'm still in the store, you know? Could've come here.”

“I can't—I’m supposed to have Scaramouche here. Is he done changing?” Yelan asked. Her tone was calm, but the tinge of impatience didn't go unnoticed by Childe.

Childe let out a low, frustrated sigh. “I told him—you know what, he will be there in a second,” he assured.

Just as Childe hung up, Kaeya’s undivided attention was on Childe and his call. “Yelan? Haven't seen her in ages.” His expression had a hint of intrigue.

Putting his phone up, Childe looked over at his friend. “Yeah, she was directing an advertisement here.” With that said, the ginger dismissed Kaeya’s interest. “By the way, do any of you know where the short guy with indigo hair went?” he inquired, trying to mask his annoyance.

“If I'm not mistaken, he headed right from this aisle,” Zhongli recalled. “Why do you need him?”

“Thanks,” Childe concluded before making his way toward the right. He didn't even pretend to acknowledge the question.

Childe weaved through the aisles, his gaze flicking left and right until he reached the frozen food section. Standing beneath the hanging aisle signs…was Scaramouche, his eyes scanned the words, irritation evident in the crease of Scaramouche’s brow. Childe watched for a moment before stepping closer.

“Lost?” Childe jeered.

Scaramouche whirled around, his glare spotting the stupidly tall ginger before him. “No,” he denied.

“Right, of course not. Just admiring the fine craftsmanship of the supermarket, huh?” he replied, his words steeped in mockery.

Scaramouche huffs but doesn't provide the other an answer. Of course, seeing this, Childe smirked, his tone shifting as he leaned in, showing how annoyed he really was by the whole situation.

Knowing he wouldn't receive anything in return, he decided to speak again. “Yelan’s waiting. She's got high expectations for you, so I didn't bother mentioning your little attitude problem with me just now,” he explained.

Kunikuzushi’s expression relaxed, but not because of Childe—never that. It was more due to the observation he’d made. She had high expectations for him?

“Thank you? What? You want me to drop to my knees and worship you?” Kunikuzushi retorted.

Once again, Childe exhaled sharply, irritation flashing in his expression. “There’s a magic word out there. It’s ‘thanks.’ You should use it more often.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, heading toward the exit he had seen a few minutes earlier. And after a short moment, Scaramouche grudgingly followed.

———

Yelan waited by the second entrance. Once she spotted them, the bored look on her face disappeared. With her arms loosely crossed, she gestured for the men over.

The assistant clicked on the screen, and the video played. Everything looked as expected. The lighting was perfect, Scaramouche didn't overdo it, and they actually finished it pretty quickly, needing to redo the shots. Yelan’s expression showed nothing but satisfaction.

“Well? What do you think?” Yelan asked with a smile.

Scaramouche stepped forward, tilting his head to the side as he got a better look at the ad—or at himself. The model watched the playback on the screen, his face remaining unreadable as though none of it particularly impressed him. “It’s good.”

Childe, as nosy as ever, also decided to take a look. He tried forcing a bored expression, but Scaramouche really matched Yelan’s directing style a lot. Both things stood out to him. He was going to say something about it, but when he looked up, a pair of expecting eyes were on him. She was asking for his opinion with one mere glance. Typical.

“Not bad…” he acknowledged. “You did well, Yelan.” His emphasis on the name was apparent. He was not about to swallow his pride and actually compliment Scaramouche.

Scaramouche, not letting it slip past, aimed a subtle glare at Childe but quickly smoothed it off as he turned to the woman.

Yelan gave the camera operator a nod of approval before he stepped away with the video in hand. He blended in with another two people, letting them know that the next step they needed to go in was the editing process.

The woman proceeded to grab her phone. With her eyes finding both men again, she walked closer to Scaramouche and Childe. She tapped a few times on her screen and then stretched her arm toward Scaramouche. “Here, can you type in your socials so I can tag you in the BTS video?” she requested.

“BTS…” Scaramouche muttered, glancing down at the screen. There were two sections: ‘Personal’ and ‘Professional.’ He guessed they only tagged the professional.

“BTS means ‘behind the scenes.’” Childe smirked. Like always, he couldn't resist opening his mouth.

Scaramouche stopped typing for a second, his fingers freezing mid-air. “I know that,” he hissed before continuing.

Yelan sighed at the two but didn't say anything. “There, too,” she gestured at a spot left blank.

The ginger caught part of the username, not for anything in particular…just curiosity, right?

“You can go. I'm sure you and the dicks got better places to be,” Scaramouche needled. He was mindful that Childe was aggravated…and that his taunting would worsen it.

Childe looked away from the screen immediately. He felt like he was getting called out for looking directly at what Scaramouche typed. He grunted at the nagging. Did this guy ever stop?

Once Scaramouche was done, he handed the device back to Yelan. She received it with her usual nod. “That’s all from me. Thank you for your time, Scaramouche.” Then, she looked at Childe…who, for some reason, was still present. “And thank you for helping him.”

Scaramouche gave her the same practiced smile he'd given at the beginning.

“My pleasure.” Childe’s expression shifted from annoyance to pride.

Yelan let out a giggle. She found it very amusing how much a small sign of appreciation stroked his ego. But after that, clutched her things and strode off.

Scaramouche was undoubtedly annoyed by the sudden shift in Childe’s mood, and without a word, he also took off. Leaving Childe by himself.

It didn’t take long before Childe realized what was happening. “Does he have no manners?” He judged. It had been a long day, he couldn't wait to just go home and relax.

———

Childe lay sprawled across his bed, his phone resting on his chest as distant conversation and laughter trickled in from the kitchen of the apartment they were staying at. Usually, he'd be joining them, but he wasn't exactly in the mood to socialize right now. Not when something else gnawed at his curiosity when he thought about the exact same reason he felt depleted.

The more he remained on the bed, the more he felt the mattress consume him and his exhaustion. He felt as if the weight of the day he carried on his back all day finally lifted off him for good. He glanced around the room—he shared a room with Kaeya, but he seemed to be out there with everyone else.

His eyes finally detained themselves on what was lying on his chest.

Hesitantly, he picked up his phone again, tapping into the search bar. His fingers looked for the keys, but they didn't find anything. Childe thought for a moment…the username he had seen Scaramouche type into Yelan’s phone.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

He huffed, sliding out on Instagram. He couldn't remember it. In his head, he tried to at least convince himself that he didn't actually care about that boy or stalking his profile. So, instead, he went into another app.

As soon as the glow reflected on his face, he got slapped in the face by his own timeline. He squinted, trying to read the first post he received on his feed appropriately. Then he realized it was just a post of some random account obsessively speculating who Childe was out with that night.

Nettled, he closed the app and just turned his phone off immediately.

Now, all he could do was lay there and reflect on his whole day—life even. He remembered how stupidly annoying that Scaramouche guy was, how Yelan put him through more trouble, how Charlotte wanted to address the whole situation…and how everything allotted him prominent anxiety.

After replaying every part of his day inside his head, he got to the part where Scaramouche had the phone in his hand. He typed out what started with a ‘K.’ He didn't know much after that. Maybe he'll have to wait for Yelan’s little post.

He glanced at his phone one more time. He let out a small gasp and sat up in a flash. He remembered it…partly. But right now, he had to type it before he forgot.

@kuunee

No, didn't seem right.

@kuuny

Probably.

Clicking search, Childe found a list of accounts with similar usernames as the one he typed and looked carefully at each profile. One specifically calling his attention. The longer he looked at it, the more his memory refreshed. Bingo.

@kuuniq, Not many followers. Seemed more like a personal account rather than a business account. He had no highlights and a decent number of four posts. Old posts. Nothing with his face in it, but the same vibes he gave radiated off the account.

While it was overall vague and had nothing to stalk, he still tried to find something. No matter what it was.

As he scrolled through the short amount of posts, there was a picture of someone. It seemed like it was taken from Scaramouche’s perspective.

The person’s face was conveniently out of frame, but the blonde strands of hair running down the guy’s chest were enough to tell that it wasn't Scaramouche. It seemed like they were at a restaurant…or a cafe. And the person’s hand was caught in a way that seemed like he was talking.

His eyes immediately looked for a caption.

“Free entertainment.”

“—The hell does that mean?” he muttered once again.

He glanced at the number of comments and went to click on the icon. As his finger tapped his screen, nothing moved. He tilted his head in pure confusion, tapping once again. “Why isn't it working…”

His screen was completely frozen, and out of frustration, his only solution to the said problem was sliding any way possible and hammering the screen with his fingers.

The frozen effect Childe’s device had taken only lasted for a few seconds before he saw the consequences of his own actions. The red heart beneath the post. A post from last year. They were in November.

Chapter Text

“So, you didn’t answer my calls after you were done on set—and you just randomly show up to my house? While I’m still on DELIVERED?”

The room remained silent for a few seconds. Kunikuzushi held his phone up, showing Kaveh a picture—the one he had taken with those guys Kaveh adored.

The air grew tense as Kaveh completely froze, eyes locked on the screen. From the way Kaveh’s eyebrows shot up, Kunikuzushi could already predict his subsequent words.

“You met…who?!” Kaveh exclaimed, leaning all in Kunikuzushi’s space.

“Yeah, yeah. Met dicks, big deal,” Kunikuzushi muttered, his voice laced with its usual sarcasm as he lowered his arm.

Kaveh grabbed the phone out of his hand, lifting his fingers to the screen and zooming into the photo. “Yes, Kuni! This, actually, is a big deal!”

With a swift motion, Kunikuzushi snatched his phone back. “Not a fan. Only took a picture for your dramatic ass.”

“Aw, you think of me?” Kaveh teased in a mock-sweet tone. “I’m very flattered, Kuni.”

“And that did it.” Kunikuzushi glared at the picture. “I'm deleting it.”

“No! Send it to me first!” Kaveh reached for his pockets and clasped his own device.

Did Kunikuzushi have to give in eventually? Unfortunately, yes. But at least now that he set his phone down on Kaveh’s desk, he could make Kaveh hear all about how amazing he was at his first shoot today.

“Not even gonna ask me about my day, Kaveh? Some friend you are,” Kunikuzushi scoffed, dramatically turning away as if witnessing the ultimate betrayal.

“Let me process this. Wait!” Kaveh stared at the picture like he’d just caught a glimpse of heaven itself.

The reward for his excitement? A glare.

Kaveh still wore a pleased smile, though it was definitely his cue to put the phone away. “Yes, yes, tell me about your day.”

“Firstly, it went…pretty smooth. I think this might be my calling, y’know?” Kunikuzushi flopped into the chair at Kaveh’s desk, his previous glare melting into a smug smirk.

“Okay, but how the hell did you just run into DCKZ—”

“Shut up about them.”

Ding

It wasn’t the sound that caught their attention—it was the way the screen lit up, instantly luring Kaveh’s nosy ass in. And before he could even stop himself—oh, Jesus, what did he just see?

[kuuniq] Childe:) (@theechilde) started following you.

“Dude, is that—is that Childe’s account? Following you?” Kaveh yanked the phone closer, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. His gaze flickered between Kunikuzushi and the screen.

Kunikuzushi groaned, sinking further into the chair. “Kaveh, it is probably a fan page or something…”

“It’s not!” Kaveh insisted. “That's his username!” He tapped aggressively at the screen, only to hit a password wall. Without hesitation, he shoved the phone in Kunikuzushi’s face to unlock it.

Kunikuzushi let him do whatever if it meant he’d finally shut up.

Kaveh clicked on Childe’s profile, but the blue button just said ‘Follow’—not ‘Follow Back’ or anything.

“Wha—”

Kunikuzushi leaned forward, glanced at the screen, and shrugged. “See? Told ya it wasn't him.”

Kaveh refused to accept that. He rushed to the notification center—only to find the notification…gone. “No, I’m not hallucinating!”

“You sure?”

“No, I saw it! You saw it too!” Kaveh frantically swiped down, trying to refresh the page as fast as possible.

———

Childe, on the other hand, was scrambling to undo his mistake as fast as humanly possible.

The door creaks open and in strolls a blue-haired menace—Kaeya. That alone was enough to make Childe exit the profile in record time. Why? Because the last thing he needed was Kaeya catching him—uh, stalking? No, that’d make him look like a total weirdo.

“Yo, Jean needs you—well, us, but mostly you.” Kaeya jerked a thumb toward the dining room, where everyone was already waiting on Childe.

With a short groan, Childe pushed himself off the bed, pocketed his phone, and stepped out of the room.

He approached at a leisurely pace, but Jean didn’t waste a second. She didn’t even wait for him to sit before launching straight into business.

“Before we move forward,” Jean declared, setting her tablet in the middle of the round dining table and folding her arms. “We need to speak about this.”

Childe finally sat down, his eyes landing on the tablet’s screen. The screen lit up, showing the paparazzi’s shot of Childe and—who he now knew was Scaramouche.

Childe leaned back, lifting his gaze to meet Jean’s. “Oh? This?”

The rest of the members—well, the other two only stared, not really having a say in the situation. Except for Kaeya, who was smirking, but before he spoke, he was interrupted.

“The media is already speculating about who this lady is,” Jean said, tone firm.

“She…” Childe repeated under his breath.

Jean nodded, already understanding what Childe was getting at. “The editing. As far as I know, they edit to enhance clarity. Can’t really blame them—it’s how they make money.” She pinched the screen, zooming in on both figures. “They seemed to have triggered the saturation quite a lot, making your hair look redder.” She pointed at Childe’s hair, then moved her finger to the person in front of Childe.

“A secret date? Scandalous,” Kaeya cut in.

Childe shot him a glare. “It’s nothing like that!”

“Gentlemen, focus.”

That was enough to snap both men back to Jean’s point.

“As I was saying, they are only speculating a woman because of her shape—and also because of her loose clothing. She has a high resemblance to a known public figure,” Jean stated—well, more like relayed what the fans were saying.

Childe blinked, unimpressed. Did she really need to spell that out? Yeah, they thought it was Raiden—but, like, come on.

“If there is anything I need to be aware of, now’s the time to say it.” Jean danced around the obvious, clearly hinting that Childe was seeing someone.

“What? No!” Childe scoffed, rubbing his temples. “I’ve been trying to say that it's not a girl. All those theories? Dead wrong. It’s not a girl and it is most definitely not that asshole of Raiden.”

Diluc tilted his head in concentration as he scanned the picture. “It’s a guy?”

“Oh?” Zhongli raised a brow. “I mean, I didn't think it was Raiden, but I also didn't expect it to be a lad.” He hummed, processing the revelation. The table sat in a brief silence—until Jean hesitantly spoke up again.

“Then, uh, do you have something else to tell us?” Jean added, fully aware of how that sounded.

Childe almost choked on his own spit. “Ew, no! Do I look like I—ugh.” Childe groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “You're all unbelievable…” his voice laced with disgust.

Nobody spoke a word for a few seconds. At least they had the decency to give Childe a moment to breathe—to process just what they were asking.

“So, who exactly is he?” Jean questioned, finally breaking the silence.

Childe rolled his shoulders back in small circles to release the tension he felt. “Eh, just some random guy. I was out photographing something when we crossed paths. Guess he got suspicious—next thing I knew, he yanked my hood off, and snap—picture taken.” He finally admitted.

“And you're certain there won't be any further issues from this?” Diluc commented, examining the picture knowingly.

“What?” Childe retorted, “You think I’m gonna hunt him down just to ask why? Please. It’s nothing—just another dumb scandal that’ll blow over.”

Diluc shot him a deadpan look. “No, that's not what I meant.” Diluc clarified, his gaze shifting back to the screen. “If people dig too deep, they might recognize, uh, him…elsewhere,” he explained. “Firstly, you're already very defensive about this whole gender thing with us, the people in your personal circle. If fans start spreading rumors after finding out this person isn't a girl, you'll likely lose your mind.”

“I agree.” Zhongli nodded, reaching for a bottle of wine. “And if this individual is known anywhere, our reputation might be put at great risk, Childe.”

Jean exhaled slowly. “Right. If he has any kind of bad reputation, it could surface, and that would complicate things for all of us.”

“Although,” Zhongli started. “If the public assumptions are incorrect, then maybe we could leave it be. A false narrative is at times preferable…to an uncertain truth.” His voice was even as he analyzed the situation further.

“You’re contradicting yourself,” Childe testified.

“Or… we could just say you have some very fascinating taste,” Kaeya cackled.

Childe groaned, already used to Kaeya’s constant playful nagging. “Oh, shut up. How's that even relevant to what we are speaking of?”

Jean inhaled deeply. “We will leave it alone for now, but if this escalates, I expect immediate transparency.”

Childe, more at ease now, flashed her a grin. “Come on, aren't I always careful?”

Jean simply stared. Diluc scoffed. Kaeya smirked.

“That’s exactly what you said the night this all happened,” Zhongli mused, sipping his wine.

Childe frowned. “What?”

——— A few days later.

Kunikuzushi is scrolling absentmindedly through his timeline. He enjoys the funny videos he’s seeing letting out a few chuckles here and there as his finger kept swiping up for more.

But sometimes, after so much, everything can get dull. And what does Kunikuzushi do when he’s bored? Look for more content ‘til his brain rots.

He clicked on the corner right of the app he was in, the magnifying glass icon. Ah, yes, his go-to.

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The ‘trending’ section was something he always clicked on, and today was no different. However, the familiar name definitely caught his eye. He just couldn’t recall who it was.

Once he tapped on the name, his mind refreshed. The blonde, luscious long hair, the golden eyes—all the features. He knew exactly who they belonged to.

This was one of the nepo babies who hadn’t made it into Kunikuzushi’s ‘I hate you’ list from all elementary school to high school. And God forbid they spoke about the number of pages added in middle school.

Pretty confusing, though, the guy never seemed to like being in the spotlight back then—he’d get overwhelmed pretty easily.

There were edits, some looked like straight-up thirst traps, not like Kunikuzushi was surprised, though. Once you got famous, that was bound to happen. He learned it the hard way. Kaveh always spent his afternoons watching edits of the most atrocious-looking people ever, and that was enough for Kunikuzushi to find out about the fanbase.

He kept scrolling through the edits. At some point, the only thing appearing were clips from Aether’s childhood shoots following by ones from his career now. He had actually aged pretty well into his early adulthood.

One edit in particular, though, caught his attention. Once again, Kunikuzushi was well aware of how dramatic fans could be—you yawned once in an interview, and suddenly the internet diagnosed you with clinical depression. But the theatrics here weren’t what caught his attention. It was the text.

“Omg, why don't they give him a break? His sister is missing and he is still attending to every event. Poor guy, he looks so drained :(“

Kunikuzushi’s eyebrows shot up, and his lips parted slightly. He remembered it now, Aether had a twin sister, her name was something like Lumine(?) She’s missing? He certainly hadn’t expected that turn of events.

To be fair, he had never been the sentimental type, but damn, Aether must be having a rough time. How do you even push through such a draining job with something like that hanging over you?

He tried imagining it. How he would feel—totally not only for his psychology classes.

He gave up.

If Raiden went missing, he really wouldn’t give two shits.

Or at least that is what he told himself.

His fingers exited TikTok and headed to Instagram, typing Aether’s name on the search bar.

Maybe it would be good to check up on an old friend, right? No, this time it wasn’t for his psychology course. Pinky promise. 

Okay, maybe he just wanted to reconnect for his own benefit—but who wouldn’t? Knowing someone in the idol industry who wasn’t insufferable was kind of a flex. He hated the annoying ones he knew. Ahem DCKZ. And he wasn’t going to use those balls for brains.

His fingers hovered over the message button. He could send a request…

@aether.official

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hey, it’s Kunikuzushi. 

we went to middle school together

idk if you remember me lol,

but i wanted to say hi >

who knows if you’ll answer, 

you likely got hella dm requests 😭😭 >

Sent ✔️

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He went over the messages he had sent again, wondering what made him so awkward. He expected his social skills to be slightly better than before. Like, come on, this was over text, and he still sounded like he had been locked up and forced out of any social interaction for the past decade. Or maybe he didn’t sound awkward, and he was just overthinking it? Whatever, what needed to be said was said.

———

Aether’s eyes fluttered open. With a small groan and a stretch, he shook off the sluggishness that came with waking up after long rehearsals.

He glanced to his right, at that luxurious nightstand where his phone charged. He stretched out to grab it and checked his notifications.

His DMs were always flooded. Thousands of messages poured in daily—fan accounts, collabs, weird people he neither knew nor wanted to know—everything a person could expect. Most are filtered out before he even checks his inbox.

Aether hummed as he turned off his read receipts in the Instagram settings. His braid had come undone overnight, but he was gonna worry about that later.

Checking what fans said probably wasn’t the best idea, but beneath all the…odd and thirsty messages, there were a bunch of supportive and encouraging ones too.

And sometimes, he just needed to hear those words from someone.

As he scrolled past the: “I LOVE YOU, PLEASE MARRY ME!” “Can you do a backflip?” “Can we e-date?” He let out a few giggles. 

Yes, the last one is more common than you think.

But unexpectedly, he came across a message. He narrowed his eyes reading the name. Kunikuzushi? From middle school?

He stared at the message, trying to place the name of this person. He even clicked on the profile—but there was no face, only simple, random pictures he had taken himself.

He went back to the DM.

Oh.

Isn’t this the emo boy? The one that bit Xiao once because he sat at his regular seat?

Funny guy. Aether pitied him a bit, though. Not that he knew anything personal, but he did seem to not have many friends back then. Well, at least that's why Aether had tried to be nice to him then…even if he was a little feisty.

He accepted the message request, turned his read receipts back on, and re-read the messages as the keyboard slid up on his screen.

@kuuniq

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hey, it’s Kunikuzushi. 

we went to middle school together

idk if you remember me lol, 

> but i wanted to say hi

who knows if you’ll answer, 

> you likely got hella dm requests 😭😭

Ah, hello. Yes, i remember you, 

Kunikuzushi. >

I didn’t expect your name in my DMs. >

You never seemed like the type to, like,

reach out first. Haha. >

Sent✔️

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Aether was just about to get up and head to the bathroom, but before he could even exit Instagram,  the ‘Sent’ changed into a ‘Seen’—and almost instantly, a message popped up.

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and i didn’t expect to see ur face

> on my feed the way i did.

> funny how things work.

Am I supposed to be scared or…? <

couldn't miss it. ‘Child model

makes his comeback as an idol’—

> big headline.

 i thought u hated being the

> center of attention

Yeah. Things change haha. <

sure, but people don't, not

> that easily.

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The blonde blinked. Once. Twice. This had to be bait.

He left the message on ‘Seen’ for about five minutes before replying.

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Maybe I had my reasons. >

> must be a damn good one

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“What is with this emo from middle school? Damn, he's dedicated.” Aether left the message on seen. He didn't really know whether to say something or avoid the topic. This wasn't someone he was close to, after all. No need to have people pry into his business.

Plus, this guy had a very unapologetic bite. You could sense that stuff from merely his text messages. Unmistakably him.

His phone vibrated in his hand.

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relax. not asking for your 

tragic backstory, just a bit curious

> on what you’ve been up to

someone’s gotta check up

> on ya, no?

You’re nosy. <

> ur avoidant.

This isn't something I would

love to discuss over text. <

> thank archons bc ur grammar is

too perfect for me

I'm ignoring that. <

How about we catch up over dinner

sometime? <

> do u even know what nation im in

Oh. I didn't think. I'm currently

in Mondstadt. I leave for Sumeru City

tomorrow. <

Your problem if you're nowhere near. <

why is suddenly every idol obsessed

> with coming here damn

> yeah i can make it in sumeru. 7pm?

Okay. Choose a nice restaurant

and send me the location. <

 “nice” as in all that rich and plush

> stuff?

> ur paying if that's what u mean

You're nosy and needy. <

> i get that a lot.

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Aether stared at his screen for a moment— then, surprisingly, he let out a small chuckle. He wasn’t even sure why he made plans so quickly. Maybe it was because Kunikuzushi was persistent, or maybe…just maybe the guy could help in some way.

Aether shook his head. That was a dumb thought. How would that empathy-lacking human going to be helpful in any way?

Either way, plans were set. He wasn’t going to back out from them now.

———

The following day—evening to be exact—there he was, sitting at the restaurant. Bingo.

The dim, warm lighting reflected on the counter, the lively chats filled in the background, and there was some occasional glass clinking. It was beautiful. It even had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Yeah, luxuries like these weren’t exactly in Kunikuzushi’s budget (for now). 

So, Aether was paying…

Probably!… The message wasn’t a no, after all.

Kunikuzushi took deliberate and quiet steps toward the table. Kaveh was so going to kill him for not telling him he knew this idol boy and was actually meeting up with him. But he could always do that later.

“Everything happens so quickly, doesn’t it?” Kunikuzushi started, his face only being able to be described as mischievous. For whatever reason.

The blonde looked up from his phone. Then he got on his feet and smiled softly. “Been a while.” Aether stretched out his arms, pulling Kunikuzushi into a firm hug.

Kunikuzushi stiffened for a split second, his confidence wavering. How in the Celestia do you react when someone you weren’t even that close to goes in for a hug?

Even if he wasn’t used to that, he put his arms around the other. His hands almost accidentally tangled with the other’s braid. “You still do that on your hair?” Kunikuzushi teased.

Aether pulled back and gestured to the seat across from him with the same warm smile before he sat down. “Well, yeah, it's kinda been my thing, I guess.”

Kunikuzushi made his way to the seat. He glanced at the menu in front of him and then up at Aether. “Didn’t think you would actually come. Thought you would, like, I don’t know, think I was trying to kidnap you.” He shrugged with a chuckle.

“I did for a second. But you have a distinct attitude, even over text,” Aether laughed as he grabbed the menu and scanned through his options. “Plus, I did assure you that I’d come…again when you sent me the location.”

“Doesn’t mean you wanted to come,” Kunikuzushi contended with that signature smug look he’s always had.

Aether let out a short breath, eyes flicking up from his menu to the guy across from him. “You always liked being a little shit, huh?”

Kunikuzushi grinned.

———

After finally ordering their food, Kunikuzushi sat comfortably—one leg crossed over the other, arms resting on the table. Aether, meanwhile, seemed cautious despite his confident mask. Kunikuzushi could read his body language like an open book.

“One Iced Wolfhook juice annnd…tea with no sweeteners,” The waitress exclaimed, setting the drinks on the table. “Your food should be here in ten minutes!”

Kunikuzushi mouthed a quiet, “Thanks.” Aether gave her a pleased, friendly nod before she left for another table. He took the straw of the drink, taking a slow sip. 

To Kunikuzushi, it looked like he was trying to buy some time. Even though the guy sounded very comfortable over text, he was clearly uncomfortable here.

But if he was going to feel forced to speak on whatever he was going to tell Kunikuzushi, then why did he ask to meet?

Kunikuzushi’s eyes narrowed as he studied Aether. But then finally broke the silence. “You’re different now.” Kunikuzushi leaned back, watching him closely. If there was one thing he was good at, it was getting under people’s skin.

Aether set the drink down and let out a trembling chuckle.

Forced.

“And you’d know that how? We barely talked back then,” Aether mentioned, trying, really attempting to sound indifferent.

Kunikuzushi shrugged. “You used to look and sound more lively back then. And we didn't talk that much, yes, but we did hold up a few conversations from time to time.” He glanced at his untouched tea, straightening up. “Now you just look tired.”

Aether played with the straw, swirling his drink, and most importantly…avoiding eye contact. “A lot’s happened.” Was all Kunikuzushi received. Come on, how was he going to satisfy his nosy needs with that?

“Yeah? Tell me about it. I’m a good listener,” Kunikuzushi answered.

Aether finally lifted his gaze to meet Kunikuzushi’s. He appeared hesitant at first, but the weight of the other’s sharp, knowing gaze made his own soften. Is that why he had been feeling so…watched…the whole time?

———

Wine flowed smoothly into the glass, the rich scent mingling with the ongoing conversation at the table.

“Ah, nothing beats good food, good drinks, and even better company. You really went all out for me, huh?” the blue-haired man jested.

“A celebration is only fitting for our dearest Kaeya,” Zhongli said, voice with a proud lilt.

Diluc, the outlier, took a sip of his grape juice with a quiet hum. “We wouldn’t not celebrate your birthday, as annoying as you are.”

The group chuckled, enjoying the atmosphere. The mood was very light and comfortable—until Childe, mid-drink suddenly stiffened. He was already acting pretty distant, and this action? Only fueled his friends’ curiosity.

Kaeya smirked. “Hah, what’s with that look? Someone walked in that you don't like?”

Childe slowly lowered his glass, eyes squinting and also ignoring Kaeya. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” His blue eyes were glued to the sight.

Diluc glanced over, sighing in exasperation. “If it's a paparazzi problem, don't make it ours.”

“What the hell are they doing together?” The ginger’s tone was sharper, still ignoring everyone’s words.

“Uh-oh, someone noticed something more interesting than my birthday.” Kaeya followed Childe’s gaze—only for his eyebrows to rise in amusement when he spotted Aether—the guy from 5WIRL, sitting a few tables away. “Oh? What a delightful birthday blessing.”

Everyone else turned to see what Childe was staring at. Their eyes landed on the blonde boy.

“Aether. From 5WIRL,” Zhongli observed, leaning back in his seat. Because to him? It wasn't a big deal.

Diluc was as unimpressed as ever. “Doesn’t he have a packed schedule? His group is the new hit or something,” he muttered.

“Don’t tell me Childe and Kaeya’s jealousy has rubbed off on you,” Zhongli sighed, taking a sip of his drink.

Kaeya ignored that. “Maybe he's making time for a special someone,” he claimed with a grin, eyeing the guy sitting across from the blonde.

Childe was barely listening, his expression? Unreadable.

But then—Diluc’s gaze shifted, lingering slightly on the person with Aether.

“…Wait, I've seen that guy before.”

Childe finally tore his gaze away from Scaramouche and Aether. He tried to be entertained by the food in front of him as he grabbed his fork, trying to not bring more attention to the two men a few tables away.

Zhongli turned to look at Diluc. “You have?” he questioned, tone filled with intrigue.

Diluc nodded, trying to recall the situation as it was. “At the grocery store, during that filming. You were there too,” he remembered, darting at Childe expectantly.

Childe’s eyes didn't meet Diluc’s. “He’s…nobody important,” he said flatly.

Kaeya snickered. “Oh, sure, you're staring at him like he personally ruined your day, but he’s ‘nobody’?”

“You know him,” Zhongli asserted, taking another sip of his drink.

Childe leaned back, rolling his shoulders. The irritation was evident on his face as he tried not to show it. “He’s a model. A rookie one, at that. Not exactly a big name.”

“And yet…you know him,” Kaeya teased.

Childe didn’t answer immediately. He could explain—could mention their previous encounters, their sharp banter, the way this rookie irritated him more than he should. But instead—he just shrugged, brushing it off.

“I’ve run into him, that's all.”

———

Aether sighed and looked up, and Kunikuzushi caught what seemed like a glare. His golden eyes, which were once so bright, now seemed so dull. Yet he still chose his words carefully. “Cut the shit, Kunikuzushi,” Aether mumbled, still keeping the firmness and alertness in his body.

Kunikuzushi sat back and examined the guy. The change was like Kunikuzushi pulling on a light switch. Had he been this tense the whole time? Jeez. Kunikuzushi hadn’t even nagged him as much as he had planned to.

But he remained quiet. He did not want to piss the guy off in their first meet, plus, his connection to Aether could help him out.

It wasn’t what he planned to do from the start. He didn’t think he would use Aether by any means, but hey, starvation is a choice if you know where to look.

Aether took a deep breath. He tried to relax before choosing his words wisely. “You already know. You know why my family is all over the internet, why everyone’s talking about me. You’ve probably seen the clips and the theories already. Everything. So just be straight up with me.”

“Well, you are the face of your family,” Kunikuzushi asserted.

“Not that. You heard about her, about Lumine.” Aether’s glare softened slightly. “My sister.” He tensed slightly at the mention of it.

Kunikuzushi lifted his mug, pausing as he watched the slight shift in Aether’s mannerisms. “Yeah, ‘s hard not to when you’re observant.”

Aether laughed softly. A soft, humorless laugh. As if he had already made a whole idea of what people thought of him and the situation overall.

“Most people don’t. They act like it never happened.”

The other tilted his head. “And that pisses you off.”

Aether exhaled through his nose. “Wouldn’t it piss you off?”

Silence.

Kunikuzushi didn’t speak for a moment. Because yeah. It would. Not necessarily for his family, but for other events that can be classified as traumatic in general.

And to be honest, up until now, Kunikuzushi was only curious and interested. Curious about the situation, but it wasn’t like he actually cared much about it, and he was interested in the ways Aether could benefit by just existing in his social circle. But seeing the depth of the matter and how vulnerable Aether seemed before him, he wasn’t going to act like an ass for longer.

He leaned forward slightly, voice quieter and less teasing. “How long has it been? Is your family…still looking for her?”

“Five months, six next week.” Aether hesitated once again, the words at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak so loosely about this. “Yes, I’m still searching for her.” His voice trembled.

Kunikuzushi almost felt bad. He was? What about his family? Weren’t they? “It’s good you are; I’m sure she’s grateful you aren’t, you know, giving up on her,” he surmised.

Aether sighed, and his posture relaxed as if he was relieved. Relieved at hearing Kunikuzushi’s words. Was he nervous to tell Kunikuzushi about the ongoing search?

The waitress came with trays in her hand, setting the food on the table. “Pita pockets for you!” She beamed as she placed the plate in front of Aether. Then, she turned to Kunikuzushi. “And…some Shimi Chazuke for you!”

“Thank you,” Aether commented sweetly before she left.

“Someone loves their job,” Kunikuzushi frowned.

“And you seem to like tea...quite a lot.” Aether let out a breathy chuckle. This time, it sounded a bit more genuine than what Kunikuzushi was working with at the beginning.

“Are you judging me, Goldilocks?”

“W—what?! No, it’s just…I’ve never seen,” Aether gulped. “That dish paired with tea?”

“You’re judging.”

“Kunikuzushi, no.”

Kunikuzushi snorted. The steam called for his attention before he glanced at his food, reaching for the spoon. “Why were you hesitant?” he questioned before taking a spoonful into his mouth and humming in delight.

Aether raised a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“When you told me that you were still looking for her,” Kunikuzushi hinted.

Aether blinked. “Damn, this guy gets straight to the point…” he thought.

He hummed quietly, looking down at his food; he seemed less tense touching the topic than before, at least. “I was afraid,” he admitted.

Kunikuzushi kept eating, not faltering once at the confession.

“Almost everyone around me tells me that I should give up and that it’s stupid to still have hope to find her…but I can’t just stop,” Aether continued. “My managers at least try to pretend they care, but they don’t, and seriously, I’m just stuck with this guilty feeling. Maybe there was something I could’ve done, or signs I could have paid more attention to.”

Kunikuzushi let the words sink in. It was a bit fishy that people around him seemed not to care. It was odd already that everyone around him acted like it isn’t a big deal. Sounds almost like they could be keeping something from him.

“Don’t blame yourself, Aether. It wasn’t in your control. You’ll find her, man; just keep trying for her,” Kunikuzushi comforted. Gosh, he sucked at this.

The conversation wasn’t able to be continued as a loud thud made their heads snap to the side.

“Watch where you're going!”

And there on the floor: Shattered plates, utensils, and food/drink remains.

“Shit, I’m sorry, dude—I’ll pay for those—uh…I'm sorry!” A ginger spat out.

Aether let out a small gasp.

Kunikuzushi squinted as he saw the scene unfold before him. Wait. He knew that ginger. “Oh don't tell me.” It was Childe. The most annoying person to ever set foot on this planet.

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After all that…commotion, “He’s heading this way, isn't he?” Kunikuzushi deadpanned.

“Uh, I think?…” Aether guessed, looking down at his drink.

And there he was. Loud without saying a word. Too noisy if you ask Kunikuzushi. Was he seriously going to pretend he didn't just trip the waiter? “Wow!” he exclaimed, clutching his chest with a mock shock like he was on some stage.

Was the overacting necessary?

“Well, I didn't expect to run into you here, Aether…and, uh, Scaramouche ,” he added the last portion like it physically hurt him to acknowledge Kunikuzushi.

Aether tilted his head in notable mild confusion, but he didn't say anything about it. Instead, “Childe, hey. I didn't expect to cross paths with you either,” he said, sounding a bit thrown off but clearly trying to show a bit of respect. “How have you been?”

Childe, being Childe, took that as an invitation. He sat down next to Aether as if it were his God-given right to do so. “Busy~” He rested his chin on his hand. “You know. Global fame. Idol life.” He let out a big sigh.

Aether and Kunikuzushi side-eyed each other for a beat, taken aback by the sudden shift into self-obsessed dramatics.

“S’kinda hard trending on three different countries…” he continued.

“…okay?” Aether edged over his seat. He fought it. Tried to keep it in, but once Kunikuzushi caught the eyebrow twitch—the full-on look of disbelief or maybe even disgust—he let out a small snort. Best expression Kunikuzushi had seen in twenty years, honestly.

“Wow, that's...impressive,” Kunikuzushi yawned, voice as flat as he could get. He made sure it was obvious that nobody really cared about that.

Childe turned toward the voice and narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly judging. “Didn't know you took in strays, Aether.”

Kunikuzushi’s smirk immediately faltered. “Oh, he wants to go there…”

Aether’s eyes flickered between the two. And there it was again, the awkward little forced laugh. “Strays?” he repeated, thinly.

“If you don't mind,” Kunikuzushi cut in, “we were sort of in the middle of something.”

Childe sat back. “Gee, I really don't mind—”

“I must ask you not to disrupt people's dates,” the familiar voice interrupted. Oh, it was Zhongli. “Come back, Kaeya is waiting.”

Aether chuckled. “We’re not—”

The man turned to the other two. “I apologize on behalf of my friend; he wanders off when he isn't under supervision.” With that, he grabbed Childe’s wrist like a toddler and tugged him to get him up.

They disappeared into the background immediately after that. No proper goodbyes or anything. Thank Barbados. Kunikuzushi was already making a mental note that read ‘Tell Kaveh to switch his bias to Zhongli.’

Everything got quiet after Childe left. Aether visibly eased up, and Kunikuzushi was back to eating. But even then, Aether was still wandering off; constantly on his phone (probably the weather app if you asked Kunikuzushi), playing with his straw, and absolutely not saying a word.

“He took your hunger away? You barely touched your food,” Kunikuzushi observed.

Aether stiffened up. He wasn't used to being called out. People around him usually let him exist…guess that's not the case with this guy. “Mm-mm.” He shook his head. “It's not that,” he hesitated, “it’s more of the fact that I'm rethinking my decisions. Why am I telling you about my problems?”

Kunikuzushi shrugged, fingers back on his spoon, but his attention was on Aether’s complexion. “Even I'm a little surprised. But from what you've said…” He finally looked down at his food, raising his spoon. “Maybe you're waiting for someone to tell you you aren't crazy? You thought that I'd support you, perhaps?”

“That’s the thing! You? Support me? What can you do?” Aether defended not so confidently. Suddenly, the food seemed to interest him more than before.

“Scratching the surface can be good sometimes. If you're this serious about finding her, you might need someone with a…cleaner reputation than yours.” Kunikuzushi glanced forward.

Aether paused. “But…why? Why would you wanna help?” He adjusted his position. “You're new to this industry, Kunikuzushi. Too new to be going around involving yourself in these types of things. Maybe you're right, I wanted support, a shoulder, even. Just someone to sit through this with,” Aether admitted. “But setting my mind straight, it’d be selfish of me…to use that to my advantage. To use you.”

Kunikuzushi listened, letting him vent the tightening feelings trapped in his chest. His expression softened ever so slightly out of pity. “I do get what you mean, but let's be frank here. I wouldn't do such favors for absolutely nothing in return. I can guarantee information, though. You just need to tell me where to go and where to be. I know you've tried, I know you know where I can find it.” If the guy had gone against his own unsupportive team before, his plan of searching had to be a strong one. Kunikuzushi could help.

Aether’s eyebrow twitched. He sighed, leaning back. “If you're sure…okay. What do you want?”

“A post. A few well-placed compliments. You and your team say they like my work—suddenly everyone else starts pretending they do too,” Kunikuzushi replied simply.

Aether tilted his head. “You’re risking your career…just to promote it?” he questioned before pausing once again, giving his options a thought. “But, that's...easy to give. Is that all?”

“For now,” Kunikuzushi muttered, taking a sip of his drink and ignoring the first bit.

Aether stared at him, examining Kunikuzushi’s expression as if trying to decide whether he was being played or seriously helped. “Let’s meet up when we are both free.”

The waitress who had been attending them stepped in. “Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but your bill was paid by…” She reached for her small notepad, squinting to read the words. “Childe! So you guys don't have to pay anything!”

“Pardon?” Aether blinked.

Kunikuzushi’s lips parted in slight surprise. And maybe annoyance. He didn't even want to finish his food anymore.

The waitress shrugged. “Enjoy your free meal~” and left.

Kunikuzushi glanced over at Aether. Before he could complain about whatever the hell just happened, Aether’s phone screen lit up. The blonde picked it up unhurriedly and once he read it, he tilted his head.

“Ah, sorry, I totally forgot—” Aether stood up, slid his phone into his pocket, and gathered his few things. “I promised my friend, Xiao, I’d help him with something. I'm really sorry,” he repeated.

Kunikuzushi nodded. “Don't worry.”

“I'll DM you my number on Instagram, so we can keep in touch better. See you,” he said, ruffling Kunikuzushi’s hair lightly on his way out.

Kunikuzushi flinched slightly at the unexpected touch. This boy is really touchy, huh? Guess he’ll have to get used to it.

———

He’d barely stepped outside when he felt a faint patter over his head. He lifted his arm chest level and stared at his palm. There were small, gentle drops falling onto his skin. He sighed and pulled his hood up. Ugh. Rain. What a pain in the ass.

He strode across the parking lot, heading toward the street. As he passed through the parked cars he heard humming ahead. He’d usually ignored it, but come on he heard Kaveh hum that exact same song over ten times last time he was over. And oh, Jesus—help a man out for once. Why the hell was Childe in his way. And why was he waving at him?

He pulled at his hood again, almost over his eyes. Okay. Just walk. Ignore the dumb ginger.

Easy.

Or it would have been.

If the fuck ass ginger wasn't already speaking to him.

“Wow, not even a ‘thank you for the meal, Childe’” he started, mimicking a higher pitch.

Kunikuzushi knew he could've kept walking. “Well, we didn't ask you to pay for it,” he retorted. “Now quit stalking me. And shut up while you're at it, I have to leave—it's raining.”

Childe didn't even flinch at the tone. He looked smug, actually. Like always. “It's barely a drizzle,” he shrugged. “And stalking you?” he laughed. “Relax, it’s a public restaurant.”

Kunikuzushi glared up at him as if he were about to smack that grin out of his face. But hey, he didn't. Character development as Kaveh would say.

“Y’know how I saw you with Aether?” he extolled for some reason. “Thought maybe you were shooting your shot or something.” Childe looked at Kunikuzushi from head to toe with a smirk. “You do seem like the type to swing that way.”

“Ah, I know what this is,” Kunikuzushi crossed his arms.

Childe tilted his head. “Oh?”

“You are trying to get my reaction by saying that,” he began, finger-pointing at Childe. “You wanna know if I like men so you can shoot your shot with me instead.” Okay, he only said this because he wanted to piss him off. He was very sure Childe liked women. I mean look at him. Even his mannerisms gave it away.

The ginger visibly stiffened for a minute before playing it off. Kunikuzushi caught it, but of course, he was waiting to hear what Childe had to say first.

“You’re getting defensive,” was what Kunikuzushi got in return.

“I was pretty calm though. So, was I right?”

Childe opened his mouth to argue but a flash interrupted. When they both turned their heads, the person had already scrambled.

Childe groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Not again, Jean is going to kill me for real this time,” he muttered.

“You’ll be fine,” Kunikuzushi deadpanned.

The other opened his mouth again but was stopped again by loud thunder. Then, in a blink, the drizzle hastily got heavier and more aggressive. So instead, Childe sighed heavily and turned to his car door.

That's when he felt a grasp and a tug. He turned back and yanked his wrist away. “What? My hair is gonna get soaked!” Childe cried.

“Give me a ride,” Kunikuzushi demanded.

“Are you crazy?!” Childe screeched, but Kunikuzushi was already moving to the passenger seat.

Whatever. Kunikuzushi didn't even care anymore. He was getting in.

And so he opened the door, sat, and fastened his seatbelt. Didn't even give Childe a chance to speak or lock the car. Yet, once he closed the door, he was met by a full-on glare.

Childe turned away, started the car, and then turned back to Kunikuzushi. “Do not get my black 2025 Cadillac XT6 wet!”

Kunikuzushi gave Childe an incredulous look. “Dude, I don't give a fuck about—whatever. You're going to take me home because you kept me outside longer than necessary.”

Childe shrugged carelessly. It wasn't his problem either way. Kunikuzushi wasn't his problem. “Okay? But my friend…I think I'm giving Kaeya a ride!” He excused.

Ding

Childe glanced at his pocket before reaching out for his phone.

Kaeya: ‘Luc is going to drive me lol. I saw u with ur little friend. Don't wanna interveneeeeee ;).

Kunikuzushi flinched as Childe’s forehead smashed against the steering wheel. “Just drive me! It’s not that deep! And I'm sure your friend doesn't take up the whole car.”

The other turned his head to look at Kunikuzushi. If he couldn't save himself for a reason, he could just be straight up. Right? “What if I say no? I can easily carry you out.”

“I could tell the media that you're gay and that I'm the guy in that picture of us in the park and also that we were on a date. On top of that, I will artificially generate a picture of us kissing and post that too,” Kunikuzushi suggested kindly.

“What’s your address?” Childe asked sweetly, straightening up in his seat.

———

In Childe’s car, it was silent. Awkwardly silent. At least for Kunikuzushi, he sat there with nothing to do while Childe could pretend he was focused intensely on the road. Which in a way, he kinda was. The rain was pouring with no mercy.

Childe could admit that it was a bit hard to see. But nothing his baby (Yes, his 2025 Cadillac something something something) hadn't gone through.

The GPS lead him to a parking lot. Apartments? Oh, wait these are dorms.

“College dorms? You?” Childe leaned forward, looking for an empty spot to park in.

“Well, I am more educated than you.” The other unbuckled his seatbelt. “But no, I have an apartment. I just figured my friend’s dorm was closer.”

Kunikuzushi reached for his wallet. “How much do I owe you?”

Childe perked up. “No, no need.”

Kunikuzushi shot him a tired look before sliding 200 mora (roughly $28 — going by the Chinese Yuan value) into the cup holder. “Stay here.” He got out of the car and shut the door behind him.

Childe’s brows furrowed as if Kunikuzushi had spoken in another language. But still, he stayed…against his will, he swore.

Kunikuzushi ran back into the car a few minutes later, shielding a notebook and a pen from the rain under his hoodie. Without a word, he thrust them at Childe. “Sign it.”

Childe raised an eyebrow, looking at the notebook and back at the other. His ego perked up, already getting way ahead of itself. “Oh? You want my autograph?”

Kunikuzushi rolled his eyes so hard it could’ve been audible. He shoved the notebook and pen into him. “No, genius! My friend is a huge fan. And he's sleeping. I decided to not wake him up and unless you want someone to squeal into your ear til three in the morning, you're gonna shut up and sign it.”

Childe’s mouth dropped slightly at the roughness. “So hostile, jeez…” he signed it and handed it over.

Kunikuzushi eyed the page. Childe’s stupid signature and next to it: “Hi Scara’s friend <3”

Childe got hit with the nastiest side-eye. “Was the heart necessary?”

“What? You jealous?” Childe smirked.

With a huff, Kunikuzushi slipped the notebook under his hoodie before heading out.

“Wait! Take your money back!” Childe called out, patting the cup holders' area til he got a hold of the money.

“Nah, thanks for the ride I guess, though.” With that, he shut the door and hurried through the rain and into the dorm.

Childe stared at the now-closed car door and sighed in frustration. That little shit.

He leaned back in his seat, clutching the cash. He was definitely going to give him that money back. What would he even need it for? It's just 200 mora anyway. If anyone is the charity case here, it's him!

———

Childe pulled into a lot outside the apartments where DCKZ was staying. “Seriously? Still no upgrade? If I have to keep sharing a room with Kaeya I’m gonna lose it,” he muttered, cutting the engine and yanking the key off.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, but something in the passenger seat caught his eye. A wallet? Is that—? He picked it up and flipped it open.

A badge? For the Akademiya? “Damn,” he thought, “Smart, huh?” Then on the left side, an ID. His eyes widened slightly. Scaramouche’s picture was on it. And name. Kunikuzushi? That’s what his real name is? Was Childe lied to? His eyes made it up to the picture again.

A hand went over Childe’s mouth to try and muffle his laugh. “He looks so fucking mad pfft…” he snorted behind his hand.

Childe stepped out of the car, double checked the lock with a beep. As soon as he entered the apartment, the lights were already off. He reached for his phone to turn on the flash as he walked toward the room door and tested out the knob.

Of course it opened—Kaeya never locks the damn door.

It was pitch black inside, but the flash on his phone guided him through well enough. He closed the door behind him, ready to change out of these uncomfortable clothes and sleep.

Click

The light blared on. “Look who's back,” a voice drawled.

Childe flinched hard. “What the hell, Kaeya!”

Kaeya, already in his pajamas and clearly unbothered, just stepped closer. “What’s that in your hand?” he gestured with his head at the item Childe was gripping for dear life after that jump scare.

Childe looked at his hand. “My phone?”

Kaeya scowled, narrowing his eyes. “Other hand.”

The ginger immediately slid it into his back pocket. “Just a wallet, someone left it in my car—I'm returning it tomorrow if I can.”

Kaeya hummed, a suspicious little smirk pulling at the edges of his lips. “Jean said you should see her in the morning. You're shooting your solo music video here in Sumeru?”

The other nodded, tugging off his jacket. “Yeah. You all staying in Sumeru as well?”

“Probably not,” Kaeya replied with a yawn, flopping face-first onto one of the two beds. “We should be on our way back to Liyue soon. Brand deals aren't on pause just cause you're busy.” He peeked at Childe with a wink.

Childe made his way to the bathroom. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be lonely and abandoned then,” Childe mock complained, dragging his feet dramatically.

Kaeya laughed. Loudly. “Oh, please. You have your little friend, don't you?” he let out the last few words with that annoying tone he held when poking fun at others. “Tell you what, you’ll have enough privacy to bring him over~” Kaeya teases.

Childe launched his jacket at Kaeya’s face.

The other only tossed it on the floor and laughed even louder.

“I’m not gay, Kaeya…”

Slam

The bathroom door shut behind him.

Kaeya threw the blanket over himself and sighed. “What’s his deal…” he muttered with a smirk, turning around and closing his eyes. He was too tired for this.

——— The following day, 3:20pm

The sky was finally clear, the storm had vanished. The only thing left was the humidity outlining the cracks of the pavement. Students drifted lazily across the courtyard—some with friends, others with stacks of raw paperwork.

Kunikuzushi was both. Though to be fair, the stack had already been sentenced to the depths of his bag.

“I didn't take long! You did,” he grumbled, keeping pace with his best friend. “What were you even doing in there for that long? The one-thirty ended twenty minutes before you showed up.”

Kaveh let out a small chuckle, juggling his bag from one hand to another. “Okay, I told you I had studio time…” he justified. “You think blueprints just design themselves?”

“Aw, poor you,” Kunikuzushi mocked, voice flat and deeply unsympathetic.

“Wait, wait! Don't change the subject on me, Kuni!” Kaveh clutched his bag, narrowing his eyes at the boy walking next to him. “What about Aether!? You just dropped that you had dinner with him and I wasn't even aware of it.”

“Because I knew you'd react like this,” Kunikuzushi deadpanned.

“I'm calm.”

He wasn't. He was practically shaking more with every step he took.

“You’re vibrating.”

“It’s controlled excitement, Kuni.”

“Anyway, he's helping me out,” Kunikuzushi added, unfazed. “He said his management team knows an agency that might actually appreciate my work—I sent my info already. I will keep freelancing for the time being but if they get back to me I'll have a chance to have something stable at least.”

That pulled Kaveh’s attention. He nodded, the dramatics drawing from his face and offering an encouraging smile. “That’s amazing!” he said sincerely. “Network really does work wonders, huh? You're lucky.”

“Of course,” Kunikuzushi agreed.

If someone had ever told middle school Kunikuzushi he'd be voluntarily reaching out to Aether in his twenties, he'd have laughed. But to justify it, every person does serve a role in another’s life. They do you good or bad for some time and they move along. Speaking of which, he believes that people aren’t permanent in one’s life.

“I’m proud of you, Kuni.” Kaveh placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

A pause. “Doesn’t mean I'm not upset at not being told…” Kaveh half-joked, half-complained. “Like I know it's nosy of me, but you don't even like these people, and I'm like such a big fan—”

Kunikuzushi cut him off with an exaggerated groan. “Forgive me,” he said dryly. He reached for his bag’s zipper, digging into his bag. He pulled out a notebook and flipped to what Kaveh thought was a random page. He passed it to Kaveh and little did he know…

“Is that Childe’s signature?! Like the REAL Childe?” Kaveh yanked the notebook closer to his face. When he confirmed it, he stopped mid-step, eyes shot up, and jaw dropped. “Hi Scara’s friend heart,” he read out loud. He clutched the notebook and looked at Kunikuzushi with glossy eyes. “I feel so seen right now, I'd kiss you…”

Kunikuzushi scowled. “Don’t get your snot all over it.”

Kaveh ignored the warning, snatched Kunikuzushi’s wrist, and started walking a completely different way from the dorms. “We are getting this laminated IMMEDIATELY.”

The other lets himself be dragged. Not pleased at all but it was his strength against Kaveh’s, and then almost tripped from an abrupt stop Kaveh made. “Wait—did he smell good?…”

A beat.

“There is no way he's asking me this.”

“Who smells good?” A third voice budged into the conversation.

Kunikuzushi looked up, eyes widening. Him…again. “Why the hell are you here?”

“Childe!?” Kaveh shrieked—actually shrieked, drawing attention from strangers passing by.

Childe stiffened, lifting his hands hoping it’d calm the man down. “Uhm, can we please not scream my name in public…” His voice was two octaves higher as he looked around making sure nobody with a suspicious camera recognized him.

“Right—I’m sorry,” Kaveh apologized too quickly as he fished for his phone. “Selfie?” he asked, grinning ear to ear

Childe nodded, “Sure, but…” He glanced at the other man, stretching his arm forward. Kunikuzushi looked down. His wallet? He thought he had forgotten it at Kaveh’s.

“Oh.” Kunikuzushi took it and immediately counted his money.

Childe blinked. “I didn't take anything!” He raised his hands again, this time in protest.

Kunikuzushi didn't even look up. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He kept flipping through the bills, mumbling numbers under his breath. “Yep, I have everything; guess I’m not filing a restraining order… what a shame,” he muttered, turning to Kaveh who was practically vibrating again.

Kaveh’s eyes were filled with awe at the interaction.

The selfie didn't take long, but Kaveh’s dramatic post-selfie meltdown definitely did.

After a brief introduction, when the chaos calmed: “You guys need a ride?” Childe offered, dangling his car keys from his fingers.

“What? Are you an Uber now? Did dicks start flopping already?” Kunikuzushi shot back.

“I'm only trying to be nice,” Childe pouted. “And it's not dicks, alright?”

Kaveh grabbed Kunikuzushi by the shoulders. “Do you hear yourself right now?!” He turned to Childe starry-eyed. “We are so going to need a ride,” Kaveh beamed.

And that's how Kaveh and Kunikuzushi ended up in the backseat of a celebrity’s car. Tragic, I know.

The silence was palpable.

“So…” Kaveh started, breaking the awkward tension. “That picture of you, Childe. The one with the girl that’s circling around the internet.”

Childe’s grip tightened against the steering wheel. “That one from last month? Yeah, it was a stranger,”

“Not that one, the one from yesterday! You at the restaurant…” Kaveh gasped, remembering a very important detail. “Also, tell Kaeya Happy Birthday. From me, his biggest fan.”

Kunikuzushi caught Childe’s eye from the rearview mirror. Not a very jolly sight. He turned toward Kaveh slowly. “Quit being nosy, Kaveh…”

“I don't mean to be, but c’mon! I won’t tell a soul, I pinky promise!” Kaveh leaned forward, holding the sides of the passenger seat, trying to catch the slightest glimpse of reaction from Childe himself.

“You have reached your destination,” The GPS interrupted.

Thank the Archons.

Childe switched the gear to park and turned to them with a smile. “Seems like we're here—”

Door slam.

Kunikuzushi was already out of the car.

Childe blinked. He and Kaveh stared at the empty spot in unison.

“…Okay then.”

“Well, it was nice to meet you! I'm glad I got the opportunity—I’m seriously so grateful!” Kaveh grinned. He gave a wave before he stepped out.

“Uh, yeah, you too…”

The car now felt way too empty as Childe started driving off. Now he was only thinking, which wasn't too fun.

He was at a red light when he realized, “I forgot to get his number, oh for fucks sake.” He hit his head not too harshly against the steering wheel.

Bad idea. A sharp, long, and definitely angry beep sound from the car behind snapped him out of his senses. He quickly looked up. The light had turned green a few seconds before, but he was way too busy kicking himself to notice, so he started moving again.

———

Kunikuzushi set his bag on Kaveh’s desk, a not-very-subtle scowl on his face.

Kaveh, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. He let out the dreamiest sigh as he flopped on the bed. “He smells like money…” he muttered under his breath as if the scene alone had blessed his entire day.

The other’s scowl deepened at the sight. Gosh. Is Kaveh high on expensive cologne?

“Is he okay…?” Alhaitham blinked, holding two bags of takeout.

Kunikuzushi’s head snapped toward the door. “You scared me—yeah, he's fine. Just love struck.”

“I’m not!” Kaveh sat up defensively.

“Ah…” Alhaitham walked toward the table, the bags crinkling along with his movement.

Kaveh threw himself at Alhaitham. Full damsel in distress. “Can you believe I just met one of the DCKZ’s members?” he announced dramatically.

Alhaitham, used to Kaveh’s odd ways, caught him, securing both hands on his shoulders to keep him steady. “You mean those boys that sing and dance shirtless on a stage?”

Kunikuzushi, who had already helped himself a plate of food, shot them a disgusted look mid-chew.

“I mean, I guess?” Kaveh shrugged with no shame at all. He straightened up. “Wait, I'll show you!”

A buzz was heard from Kunikuzushi’s pocket. He groaned, picking his phone up while chewing.

“Oh. My. Archons,” Kaveh gasped.

Even Alhaitham blinked, eyebrows raised as he leaned closer to take a look at what was on Kaveh’s phone.

“What?” Kunikuzushi glared. They were so damn noisy.

“I’m so screen recording this?!” Kaveh stared as if he were in a trance.

“I swear if this is about those idols again—”

“It’s you!” Kaveh turned his phone screen toward his friend.

Kunikuzushi stood there, processing for a minute. His expression went from confused to wide-eyed horror. “What? Give that here!” He lunged for Kaveh.

Kaveh shook his head and held the phone high. “Ah-ah, don't even try. I'm screen-recording it.”

Alhaitham took the phone easily from Kaveh’s hand and hummed in approval. “It looks solid, you did a great job.”

Kunikuzushi crouched as he felt warmth creep up to his face, hands to his face. Blushing furiously out of pure embarrassment. “Both of you shut up,” he grumbled defensively as if he's deathly allergic to compliments.

Kaveh crouched beside him, poking at his head. “But we mean it, you did great, Kuni.” A small, proud smile tugged at Kaveh’s lips.

Kunikuzushi didn't get his hands out of his face, though. He reached up and started blindly patting the table to get a hold of his phone. He peeked through his fingers and turned toward the desk. “Don’t look at me in this moment of vulnerability, or else!” he threatened.

Alhaitham nodded while Kaveh scowled. “You can't look that bad, come on!” He tugged on Kunikuzushi’s shoulder, trying to force him to face them.

Kunikuzushi immediately checked his reflection to make sure he wasn't red anymore. While he was trying to revise every single angle of his face, something popped up at the top of his screen.

Kunikuzushi’s eyes widened slightly and a small, real but rare smile showed up on his face. “I got paid!” he exclaimed, shoving his phone to Kaveh’s face. Then he realized he was way too happy to the public eye and cleared his throat, looking around at the two men hoping they hadn't noticed.

“How much was it?” Alhaitham stepped closer, Kaveh’s phone still in his hand.

“Three thousand and five hundred mora!?” Kaveh gasped. (around $500) He clutched his chest as if he were gonna pass out. “That’s more than what I made in three months tutoring that brat that smeared jelly all over my first freshman-year project!”

“That’s actually a good amount for a day,” Alhaitham commented.

Kunikuzushi stood up from his sulk puddle as if he hadn't been freaking out thirty seconds ago. “I’ll be making millions in no time,” he bragged, dusting off a whole bunch of nothing off his shoulder.

“That’s a stretch,” Alhaitham mumbled.

“I don't know,” Kaveh chuckled, finally getting up from where he crouched beside his friend. “With Kuni’s luck, I wouldn't be surprised if he actually started making millions in little time,” he laughed, handing the phone back to its owner.

Alhaitham tilted his head, setting Kaveh’s phone on the nightstand. “Luck?”

Kaveh’s eyes lit up, ignoring Alhaitham and giving him zero elaboration of what he meant, he grabbed Kunikuzushi’s arm, hugging it and making the other let out a surprised noise. “You think that when you're rich and famous you'll help me move out? I hate living in these dorms—”

Alhaitham froze for a beat. “It’s your last year in here, Kaveh,” he reminded.

“Exactly! I need money!” Kaveh cried.

Kunikuzushi struggled, shaking his arm in an attempt to shrug Kaveh off of him. “You’ll make me drop my phone, chill!” he sighed. “Dude, just move in with Alhaitham if you're not financially stable enough then!”

Kaveh hummed. “He’s very mean. I’ll be a burden, right, ‘Haitham?” He turned toward the doorway where Alhaitham had been standing just to find him already gone. His grip on Kunikuzushi’s arm loosened in mild confusion. “Where’d he go?”

Kunikuzushi pushed Kaveh off of him lightly. “You know he gets all upset when you speak about not moving in with him,” he said in a matter-of-factly way like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The other’s sight remained on the door. “Why, though? I mean, he can afford his own things, I don't want to have him pay all the rent. Imagine the amount of debt I’ll get myself into.”

“I don't know, dumbass. Maybe ‘cause he likes you?”Kunikuzushi deadpanned.

Kaveh looked down at Kunikuzushi, then at the door, then right back at Kunikuzushi. He felt a cloud of warmth move toward his neck. “He told you that?!” he whisper-yelled, head leaning toward Kunikuzushi. His eyes filled with curiosity.

“No?” Kunikuzushi backed up scrunching his nose and lips slightly parted in annoyance. “It’s just obvious. You guys are literally a headache.”

Kaveh stood there for a second, lost in thought of what to do.

A moment passed.

“I’ll go talk to him,” he said with a defeated sigh as he slumped toward the door and headed to Alhaitham’s room.

“About time they communicated…” Kunikuzushi muttered under his breath.

Ding.

Kunikuzushi dropped his gaze to his hand where he held his phone.

[scaramoucheee]: @aether.official has mentioned you in a story.

Ah, yes, he had given Aether his business account hadn’t he?

He hurriedly opened the notification. His screen showed a video—well, more of a repost. It was Kunikuzushi in the background for the Electraze ad. And a text over it saying: “Woah is this fr @scaramoucheee? He looks so unreal.”

Kunikuzushi smirked for a second—then remembered the deal and frowned. Could Aether be more obvious? The public is so gonna catch on…