Diluc was a man of unwavering resolve, but when it came to you—his own partner—he was utterly hopeless.

Even after all this time, the simplest gestures left him flustered. A soft kiss on his cheek? He’d clear his throat and look away, pretending to be unfazed, but the tips of his ears would betray him, burning bright red. Holding his hand in public? He’d grip yours gently, but his fingers would twitch slightly, as if unsure whether he deserved such affection so freely given.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love you—far from it. His love ran deep, steady like an unshakable flame, but expressing it? That was another battle entirely. Compliments caught him off guard. Cuddling? He’d stiffen for a moment before slowly melting into your touch, his arms wrapping around you with hesitant care.

Even in private, he’d get shy. He wasn’t used to being the one doted on, wasn’t used to having someone so persistent in making him feel loved. But despite the awkwardness, despite his natural inclination to withdraw, he never pulled away from you.

No, instead, he let himself be flustered—because at the end of the day, you were the only one he’d allow to see him like this.