Diluc standing up for his female SO whos being bullied. But have it where no one knows they are dating still so the bullies ask why he is defending her.
“Back off.” Diluc stepped in between the two of you. His face was beyond irritated, and while to most it looked like any other day, you knew it was far worse.
“Listen, pal. I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but she and I are having a conversation.”
“I won’t tell you again, leave. Now.” His arm extended out in front of you, his hand resting on the counter and bright hair directly in your line of sight.
“Diluc, it’s really okay.” Resting your hand on his arm, you tried to diffused the situation but knew it was a losing battle.
“Yeah, Diluc, it’s fine.” You hated the way they said his name, it made your skin crawl more than the words they had just blasted your way. “Why are you here anyway.”
“Whatever, come on sweetheart, let’s go.” They reached around Diluc and went for your arm and, like a match strikes, Diluc’s hand was around their wrist.
“Don’t touch what isn’t yours.” He shoved them away and shifted so he was standing in front of you again.
“What does that even mean? I don’t see her here with anyone.”
“I -- uh,” You tried to interject but Diluc answered him first.
“She’s with me.” With a heavy sigh he continued, “I’m becoming impatient and if you cannot leave my girlfriend alone, I will take matters into my own hands.
The word hit your chest like a ton of bricks, it was the first time in public he had ever used that title for you. Blushing, you dipped behind his back and tried to hide the expression on your face.
The room became silent as everyone who had already been paying attention to the conversation overheard those choice words.
“Yes. I really hate repeating myself. Leave.” They looked over his shoulder and saw how you shied away, angrily they stormed off and left the two of you, and the many curious onlookers, alone.
Diluc sighed and turned toward you, his hand resting on the bar top and slipping into the chair.
“Girlfriend, huh?” You whisper, your voice excited and playful.
“Not really the way I intended for that information to be shared, but, as long as you are safe, that’s all that matters.” He reached for your fingers and for a quick moment, the two of you shared in each others company.
After that, there was no end in the questions and congratulations - from the return patrons, or especially, the blue haired calvary captain.
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