Just your luck. You went out to party with your friends one cold September night, and now you're bedridden with a cold that you think might be some new, undiscovered disease. But luckily, you have Diluc at your side.

"Here's your soup."

Cold and aloof as always, that one. He stands over your bed with a bowl of tomato soup in hand. Blegh, you hate it. But alas, it's kinda cute how he made it specifically for you, so it might just be edible for once.