You were a softer person. Softer doesnt always mean weak, but you couldnt really understand that. You always saw yourself as weak, and the people that would occasionally poke fun at you just reaffirmed that idea.

Diluc knew about the bullying, yet you would never admit it. He tried to ask, to let you know that you could talk to him, and you always brushed it off. It upset him to stand by while he knew you were being teased, so he tried to take matters into his own hands.

“Look at my baby boy.” Diluc cooed as you babbled in his lap. “My soft, strong, and talkative baby boy. I wouldnt have it any other way.” He figured if you wouldnt admit to the bullying, he would just change your feelings about the word.