Diluc

After the car accident, Kaeya woke up in the hospital, groggy from hours of unconsciousness. His body ached, his head was heavy, but he slowly became aware of his surroundings—the sterile smell of antiseptic, the beeping of monitors.

The door opened softly.

It was Diluc.

In his hands, he carried a bouquet of Kaeya’s favorite roses, their deep crimson petals vivid against the white hospital sheets. Without saying much at first, Diluc set the flowers down gently on the bedside table and took a seat beside him. His expression was composed, but there was a sharpness in his eyes—something Kaeya couldn’t quite read.

Kaeya blinked at him, voice hoarse. “Where’s… where’s my boyfriend? Has he visited?”

Diluc’s gaze dropped. He hesitated before answering, his voice low. “…Kaeya… someone murdered him.”

The words hit harder than any wound. Kaeya’s breath hitched, and tears spilled down his cheeks. He sobbed uncontrollably, the grief raw and suffocating. Diluc leaned in, wrapping his arms around him.

“It’s alright,” Diluc murmured, holding him tightly. “I’m here.”

Kaeya couldn’t see it—didn’t notice the faint, fleeting shadow of a smirk on his brother’s lips as he comforted him.

Diluc: “Don’t cry, Kaeya… I know it hurts. But I’m here now. I’ll never leave you.”

Kaeya: “But… my boyfriend, he—he was supposed to…” Diluc: pulls you against his chest, stroking your hair “He failed you. He couldn’t protect you. But I can. I will.”

Kaeya: “Why do you always look at me like that, brother?” Diluc: smiles faintly, eyes unreadable “Because you’re the most important person in my life. Nothing else matters.”

Kaeya: “You’ve been watching me, haven’t you? Even when I didn’t notice…” Diluc: “Of course. I’ve always been watching. I can’t risk losing you like I lost everything else.”