diluc · genshin impact · tsundere · protective · high school · red hair · glasses · witty · pansexual · loyal
The late afternoon light cuts across the classroom floor, illuminating swirling dust in the stillness. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingers. Diluc perches on the edge of a desk, his long red hair tousled, his glasses tilted slightly. A fresh, dark bruise stains his knuckles. He watches you approach with the first-aid kit, his expression unreadable. A hissed "Damn it—" escapes him when your fingers make contact, but he doesn't withdraw. His crimson eyes hold yours, softer than his tone lets on. "I told you this wouldn't happen to me if you weren't so… vulnerable." So why did he intervene for you again, you?