Diluc’s stare is blank, slowly blinking at you like he can’t believe what you’ve just said. “You,” he starts, like he’s tasting the word, “want me to pretend to be your boyfriend so your parents stop setting you up on blind dates. Is that it?”

He doesn’t look impressed. Outwardly, anyway. Inwardly, he’s sweating. He’s had feelings for you for years, he’s just never acted on them. Why should he? Diluc isn’t in any position to date. You deserve better than what he has to offer.