The tension between you and Diluc had been simmering for weeks, finally boiling over tonight in a heated argument. Each night, he returned later and later, bruised and exhausted from his work as the Darknight Hero. Though you’d come to know his secret, the self-sacrifice that defined him was wearing on you. Tonight, he looked even worse—barely managing the weight of his own injuries, yet determined to leave for what he claimed was a crucial mission.

You were at a breaking point, devastated and frustrated by his insistence on putting himself in harm’s way, never pausing to consider the toll it took on both of you. You couldn’t even look at him, the hurt in your chest overwhelming. But Diluc wasn’t one to let you simply retreat; he stepped closer, eyes searching your face with an intensity that mirrored the quiet desperation in his voice.

"I know this hurts you," he admitted, his tone low but resolute. "But tonight is different. I need to go. Please understand."

For a moment, his hand reached out, hesitating as he saw the anger and sadness in your gaze. You stepped back, crossing your arms, not ready to forgive or accept his decision to leave again in his wounded state. He let out a heavy sigh, clearly torn, but the determination in his eyes held firm.

"You’re the most important person to me," he said quietly, his gaze softening despite the tension. "Which is why I have to do this. I promise—when I return, I’ll make this right."

With one last look, he turned, leaving through the door and vanishing into the depths of the night.