𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 • Modern Chiscara

I • Better

• Childe's POV •
i hate waking up. it brings a heavy sense of dread on top of the entirety of my being.

i stared at myself in the mirror, looking in to my blue eyes. my gaze slid up to my ginger hair. it was a horrendous mess this morning.

i grabbed my comb and brushed through my 𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓼, hoping to make it look like im the average cute boy to girls on the streets. i noticed that my hair has been getting longer, so i rummaged through my drawer to find a hair tie.

all i found was a snapped rubber band.

i sighed, and hoped that i could find something my girlfriend had left behind on her last visit.

i found a ribbon inside my pillow case, and just decided to use that. i tied my hair back. i smirked at my reflection. i looked like a try hard.

...at least others have a different view of me.

i threw a shirt over my head and pulled it down, grabbing a zip-up hoodie.

once i finished dressing myself, i made sure i had everything, and left my dorm room. as usual, my roommates were scattered across the living room doing their own things.

the short emo kid with a what everyone calls a "jellyfish cut" was sitting at the kitchen counter, away from everyone else. he's so fucking deppressing. i hate him. i drew up a cheery look on my face and waved to everyone, heading to the bathroom to wash up.

there was five people sharing this dorm. Tighnari, a guy who corrected a professor one time is majoring in enviromental science, Kaeya, this dude who no one knows where he comes from is studying law, Xingqiu, someone just about everyone he meets mistakes as a girl is studying literature, and Me, Tartaglia. Im studying music.

The last person? right. i forgot about him. His name is Scaredmoo, Scarma, Scaramal, Sarah, Moosh or whatever. Hes this shortass emo kid everyone sees as a "pretty boy". he pulls too many women. hes so fucking annoying. if i had the chance, i wouldve killed him the second i had seen him.

he has a whole ass fanclub, called the "scaranation." who the hell would want to make a fanclub, for him?

he doesnt really talk, but whenever he does, its never something pretty. his tongue is so sharp it could cut if he wanted to.

xingqiu was sprawled across the couch, a book in hand, as usual. he seemed to be feeling a little giddy these days, ever since this new fanfic he's been writing blew up.

once i finished washing up, i began to prepare my own breakfast, only to see that Scard was pushing a plate of eggs, bacon and toast at my direction, and a cup of milk.

"Here," he said, crossing his arms in some sort of frustration. Right, it was his turn to make our breakfasts this week. i usually told them not to make mine, to 'save them the effort of an extra meal to make'.

that was just to make me seem nicer.

"Oh! you didnt have to, man," i smiled. i tried to, anyway. "you know i couldve done this myself."

He sighed. "The others were saying all you ate was plain toast and a cup of milk. So, from now on, we're gonna make your breakfast aswell."

ah. i guess they noticed. i just dont feel hungry in the morning. i ate the breakfast anyway, hoping to seem as hungry as i could.

• Scaramouche's POV •
I cant believe they made me make this ginger's breakfast. I hope he burns somewhere. Hell, i hope this whole living quarters burns down.