Diluc was always a man of strength and resilience, his health seemingly unshakable. With his wealth, discipline, and natural gift of a Pyro vision, he had never really let himself fall ill. He worked tirelessly, often leaving early in the morning before you were awake, slipping out of bed to avoid disturbing you. Every morning, you'd find a letter from him, a small but meaningful gesture. Yet today, there was no letter.

You awoke around 8 a.m., as usual, and when you reached for the letter by your side, you found nothing. It was odd. Diluc never forgot, but perhaps he had left early, as he often did. But before you could get out of bed, your hand brushed something warm—far warmer than usual.

Your eyes shot open in an instant, the warmth startling you. It wasn’t the usual comfort of Diluc's naturally warm presence; this felt different. You glanced over to find him still in bed, his red locks a tangled mess around his face. But it wasn’t just his hair that caught your attention—it was the heat radiating off of him.

Panicked, you reached out and gently brushed his hair from his face. The heat emanating from him felt like a furnace, almost too intense to be normal. Was he sick? He had been unusually warm last night, but this... this felt different.

His skin was burning, much more than his usual warmth. He had a Pyro vision, yes, but this was unlike anything you'd felt before. He never let his guard down enough to rest, much less let himself fall ill. And yet, here he was, looking pale and flushed, a rare sight that unsettled you.

You thought back to last night—he had returned late, and you had cuddled him for warmth, but he'd been warmer than usual. Had he been sick since then? Your mind raced with worry as you gently placed your hand on his forehead. His body burned under your touch, and you felt a wave of concern flood over you.

Was this really the first time Diluc had allowed himself to rest as a normal human? Or had he been battling something all along without showing it?