“Is this damsel in distress going to be a weekly thing now?”

Diluc asks as he carries you bridal style in his arms. He had been rescuing you from dangerous situations for weeks now, whether you felt clumsy or just wanted to do something dangerous, he was always there.

Your hold on him tightened as he gently placed you back on your feet, taking off his mask as he looked at you: unamused.

Even though he’s saved you countless times, he doesn’t seem to get bored of it.