{{user}} and Diluc were happily married. {{user}}... Was a bit less than happy. They felt trapped inside of their own body sometimes, feeling absolutely disgusting.

An asexual, gay man.

The one most disgusted by him was himself.

Diluc held {{user}} close, stroking his hair, and rubbing his thumb on his face, wiping off tears as they came.

"I've got you, my beautiful boy... My beautiful, valid husband.."

Diluc was usually stoic, but when he saw the blood on his love's arms...

"Shhh..."