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Childe, a phys ed major and one of the many alphas that attended the same university as him, walked into the kitchen to see his grumpy, beta roommate- Scaramouche, looking in the cupboard. He could already feel the anger seeping out of the smaller before he even spoke.
“Childe. What the fuck happened to my instant noodles?” Scaramouche asked and turned sharply to look at the man in question, a mean glare on his face.
The ginger froze, his eyes widening as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“I gotta go-” He said quickly and turned, heading straight for the door.
“Oh no you don’t- get back here you fucking moron!” Scara was quick to follow him, grabbing the back of his shirt.
“I’ll buy you a new one!” Childe bargained.
“Two.” Scara was quick to add.
“Done. But I really gotta go-” He said as he pried Scara’s hands off his shirt, chuckling as he heard the other tut and walk away grumpily, then he took his leave.
Childe walked out of the dorm, through the hallways and out into the fresh air, taking a small breath and letting it out in a content sigh. He had always enjoyed the walk to his classes, it would wake him up a lot, especially during the winter when the air was crisp and cold.
Sadly the walk was rather short and within no time he had entered the class. He waved and took a seat next to his best friend, Kaeya, who was also an alpha. The bluenette greeted him with a smile, starting to ramble on about his new boyfriend, Albedo, before their professor walked in and began teaching them about the many functions of the human body, the one part of his major that Childe didn’t like- the science part. It wasn’t awful, but it also wasn’t particularly interesting and he didn’t really see why he would need to know this to secure his place as an apprentice boxer at one of the bigger clubs in Teyvat. He aimlessly doodled in the back of his book as the teacher droned on, though it didn’t take long for him to get bored and start talking to Kaeya. Thankfully their conversation was cut short by the class ending, because if Childe had to listen to Kaeya go on and on about Albedo anymore then he was truly going to lose the will to live.
Childe decided to head to the gym after that, considering he had mostly been procrastinating working out for the past week and he desperately needed to speak to people that weren’t Kaeya or Scaramouche. He only did a short workout as he still didn’t feel massively motivated today, but of course had to take a couple gym pics for his instagram followers who seemed to practically drool over him in the comments whenever he posted something. It was funny really; that's the only reason he ever posted.
He wiped the sweat that had gathered along his head and shoulders before taking a quick shower and leaving the gym, though he paused to post one of the better pictures he took before he started the much more boring walk to the store.
Back at the dorm, Scaramouche was laid across his bed with his best friend Mona, a disgusted look crossing his face when he saw what Childe had just posted.
“Look at this shit!” He said quickly as he sat up and practically shoved the phone in her face.
“Ugh, that's tragic-” Mona said as she looked at the picture, rolling her eyes. “How does he even breathe the same air as us- the fact we have to share air with idiots like that is unbelievable.”
“I know, right? He's such a sad loser I almost pity him.” Scara mumbled and scrolled through the comments that were popping up on the post. “And all his followers are thirsty as fuck-” he said as he read some of them, stopping at one and reading it out- “the things I would do to touch his abs!” he exclaimed sarcastically in a high pitched tone, cringing at himself as Mona burst out in a fit of laughter.
“No- no way… are people actually-?” She said between laughs, grabbing the phone and reading out a couple more, both of them erupting into giggles as they continued to mock all the people in the comments of the post.
That was until the very man in the pictures opened the door to the room, holding two pots of instant noodles, he frowned a tad when he saw the picture of himself up on Scaramouche’s screen, both Mona and Scara’s faces bright red from the uncontrollable laughter and probably embarrassment too.
“What the-” He started, interrupted by a bunch of ‘get outs!’ screamed at him. He quickly turned away and shut the door, shaking his head as he put the noodles into the cupboard.
“Weird…” Childe mumbled as he walked over to the couch, plopping himself onto it and switching on the TV. He watched whatever was on for a while before dozing off, a small nap never hurt anybody.
When he awoke, he saw Scaramouche sitting with his knees tucked to his chest, a pot of steaming instant noodles in his hand.
“Ugh- you’re awake, and here I was thinking I would get a couple hours of sleep.” Scara muttered and looked at Childe who was rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms.
“So sorry.” The ginger said sarcastically, a small smirk appearing on his face when he remembered what he saw earlier. “So- you and Mona ogling at my gym pics, huh?”
“Ugh… you wish. We were mocking all the people in the comments.” Scara was quick to retort, scowling at Childe.
He thought about Scara’s response for a moment, nodding a tad. “They’re all a little thirsty… They should probably go and touch some grass.” He said with a shrug.
“Seriously- they probably haven’t seen the real sun in years.” The purple haired boy said as he ate some of his noodles.
“You say that as if you’ve left the dorm in the past week.” Childe said with a small tilt of his head and a frown.
“I have a reason! I’m working on my final piece for this term. You wouldn’t understand the pain of being an art major. You’re too busy hitting a stuffed bag and calling it sport.”
“Woah woah- no need to insult my choice of education,” he quickly said.
“If it was education you wouldn’t have shit for brains.” Scara said as he set the empty pot onto the table.
This was one of the few conversations Scaramouche and Childe would have that didn’t end up in an argument, so Childe tried not to say anything that the smaller would take offence to and cut the conversation short.
“I bet half those comments are some random ‘pick me’ omegas that are desperate to get laid.” Scara said plainly.
“Hey- just cause you’re a beta doesn’t mean you can say that-” Childe said with a displeased sigh.
“I can, and will, say what I want. Most of them are like that though. I see them all over you at parties.” He said with a quiet chuckle.
“I’m not one to complain.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. You're an alpha and you’re into all the needy little omega shit.”
“I never said that- but I’m not exactly opposed to sleeping with people every now and then.” Childe muttered.
“Ugh- you’re disgusting.” Scara turned his nose up to Childe, scoffing.
“You say that as if you’ve never fucked someone.”
Scaramouche went to protest but stayed quiet, simply frowning.
“Wait- you haven’t, have you?” The ginger said, surprised.
“So what if I haven’t fucked anyone?!” Scara snapped, glaring at him as he stood up quickly.
“No wonder you're so grumpy. You just need to get laid!” Childe said with a laugh.
“Whatever!” Scara shouted as he stormed into his room, slamming the door behind himself.