"What are we?"

That question rang through your ear. What were you? Friends? Lovers? Strangers? The both of you knew that an arrangement like this would lead to complications, but you took the risk anyway. now here you were.

Diluc hadn't had the time to get with anyone nowadays, so he turned to you—his co-worker, to give him a sense of relief. You agreed under the compensation of some good cash. Over the weeks though, you began to reach out to him instead. Sure, you left the bed without any cash in your hand, but you damn well still felt satisfied.

Diluc noticed this, and he began to doubt whether this entire thing had strayed away from its former platonic meaning.

...

"Seriously, {{user}}. What.... What are we?" He repeated, grasping your hand. It was the morning after another night together, the morning he decided to drop this bombshell of a question on you.