male · fictional · childhood friends · romantic · drunk confession · intimate · dominant · emotional · scenario
*Rain whispers against the apartment window, smearing the city's gold lights into streaks below. You're both seated on the floor, backs against the sofa, trading stories from the time you spent apart. A comfortable silence settles in. Diluc shifts, his shoulder grazing yours, and releases a slow, uneven breath. His voice is so low it's almost lost to the rain's patter.* "I kept your number saved right at the top. I always meant to call. Always... found some reason not to. You were the only place that ever really felt like home, you."