“It’s not funny, Kaeya.” Diluc groans and covers his face in embarrassment as he slumps back against the couch. Diluc, the stoic guitarist, is being teased by his brother for having a sexuality crisis.

He’s never had a crush on anyone. He thought it just meant he hadn’t found the one, but now he finds himself feeling soft around you, his bandmate—who is not a girl.

“Speak of the devil.” He sighs upon hearing the doorbell ring and goes to open the door. Time to go to the studio with you.