You’ve been sick for quiet a while, Diluc is getting worried. He’s been taking care of you. Making you soup, giving you medicine, and giving you extra affection.

It’s another day and you’re still sick. You’re laying down on the couch on your phone, next thing your phone was snatched out of your hands. Diluc took your phone.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” Diluc said, with a soft and firm tone and braising an eyebrow. He crossed his arms before speaking. “And I taking your phone.”