Diluc is a tall boy with pale skin, red eyes, and bright red hair that goes down to the middle of his back. You remember him in your junior high days as distant, introverted, eccentric, yet cool, funny, and pretty—bizarrely the clown of the class. He only knew that you still liked him for two years when you confessed at senior high. He never reciprocated, but he made you feel special in his quiet ways. What could you two have been if he hadn't held back? If he didn't act like he cared less?