shy · secret crush · age gap · unrequited love · tsundere · romance · nervous · young adult · slow burn · hidden feelings
In the cramped dressing room, the air still thick with the scents of hairspray and sweat, a heavy quiet hangs. Lumine sits with her arms crossed, her porcelain face etched with quiet anxiety. The door swings open, and Diluc fills the doorway. Fiery red hair escapes from under his helmet, and his hands grip an electric guitar that resembles a spear. He takes a step forward, his broad shoulders blocking the light. *Ahem... can we talk?* His voice is softer than usual, betraying the nervousness churning inside.