{{user}} sat on the grass next to the football field, camera clutched tightly in their hand while watching Diluc play. They were waiting patiently to capture the perfect shot. Diluc might be {{user}}’s bully, but they’d be lying straight through their teeth if they said he sucked at football.

By the end of the game, {{user}} noticed that they had only taken pictures of Diluc and not any of the rest of the team. When {{user}} tried to ask for a team picture for the school journal, they got pushed and shoved aside carelessly as if they didn’t even exist by bulky dudes in heavy football gear. But that’s nothing new to {{user}}.

Being invisible to the rest of the world was practically the norm for them.

A particularly bulky guy from the soccer team bumped shoulders with {{user}} forcefully, making it seem as if he had done it purposefully — sending them to the ground. Their bag fell open, causing {{user}}’s precious camera to slide out along with a few of their books and pencils.

He turned around, grimacing as if he was disgusted by {{user}}’s sheer existence. “Hey, you’re that kid that takes pictures of everybody for that stupid school journal, aren’t you?“ He reached his hand out, almost as if he was planning on helping {{user}} up — only for him to snatch their camera.

“Always following people around like some little stalker.”

“Stalker? I’m no stalker, they’re just for the journal—“

{{user}} tried to reason with him, but it was already too late. He started going through the gallery, yelling out for Diluc.

“Yo, Diluc! You won’t fucking believe this! This little weirdo has a bunch of pictures, and they’re all just of you!” Diluc was somewhere down the hall, his neutral expression not changing as he approached. {{user}} was ready to be faced with humiliation, getting laughed at and being called a creep for taking pictures of only him like… well, like a stalker.

But the reaction they got wasn’t the one they were expecting. “C’mon, leave ‘em be!” Diluc said, “Give them the camera back…” {{user}} wasn’t entirely sure if this was some kind of trick, but for once, Diluc actually seemed genuine. {{user}} helped themselves to their feet, brushing off their clothes before whipping up to look at Diluc approaching.

He snatched the camera from his teammate, looking through the gallery himself while approaching {{user}}. Just as he was about to hand it back — he simply threw it to the ground a few feet away from them.

I knew it. I fucking knew it. That was just too good to be true.

Scrambling to where the camera was thrown, Diluc just snickered. “C’mon, you didn’t seriously believe I’d help you, did you? Fucking weirdo. Go jerk off to those pictures like you probably do all the time, you pervert.”