GENSHIN IMPACT ONESHOTS

Girl In The Library | Childe Pt2

Pt2 of Girl In The Library 

College AU

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Over the next few weeks, you started to hang out with the "gang" more often. Childe noticed that you were getting closer with everyone but him.

He saw the way you attentively listen to Zhongli, how sweetly you smile at Xiao, and how genuine you laugh with Venti.

All he gets are cold shoulders from you. How can he get you to not hate his guts?

"I'll get them all please." A cash register waits for a card to be put in.

"Childe . . . " The ginger snaps back to reality and swipes the credit card on the machine. Zhongli grabs the bags on the counter and starts to walk away. While Childe catches up he asks,

"Zhongli, how do I get (Y/n) to like me?" Zhongli was taken aback by the sudden question. He thought about what he would like if someone wanted to befriend him. A gift. 

So many possibilities to chose from. Every gift has unspoken words behind them. A whole story to tell. A deeper meaning than the overall idea. But it can even be used as to tell what that other person thinks of you, as a fun little bonus. 

"Give her a gift." Was all the deep-voiced man said. A simple answer yet such a hard decision. Childe thought long and hard about what he should present to you. It should be something that you like. Something that reminds you of him every time you look at it. Something that you can use? His mind rejected and welcomed various ideas that popped into his head. 

The ginger said goodbye to his brunette friend and walked into the an expensive-looking store. Surely stuff like this would stand out, right? 

Though it felt a little awkward shopping all alone in a store like that with no male in sight, he browsed the isles. Then BAM.

He saw it.

The perfect thing to give you. . . 

Childe shoved a plastic bag in your face and stared at you. You stared back.

"Are you trying to show off overly priced makeup you bought for yourself?" You questioned with a curious face. What is he doing?

"No!" He shook his head. "It's for you!" Your brows slightly furrowed and you opened the bag. It was a singular tube of hot pink glittery lipgloss. Your gaze turned back to the starry-eyed boy. 

"I don't want this." You put it as bluntly as you could, not caring if you hurt the now soulless boy. You handed the bag over and walked away. You couldn't tell if that was a joke or not, but he was certainly too serious for it to be laughable.

The ocean-eyed ginger regained his pride that felt as if it was hit by a supersonic jet flying at the speed of sound. He pushed aside that failure, willing to try as many times as it takes to get you to favor him. 

And onto the next resort . . . 

"Xiao . . . how do I get (Y/n) to like me?" He mumbled, almost inaudible as he was slightly embarrassed to ask the shorter boy. His efforts to be silent was in vain. The scowl on Xiao's face darkened.