#might expand this in dilucs pov later bc this man wld be clueless with a teen LOL

[iravinirattu]

. . in which you fuck up a little.

wrote this with it being platonic in mind, where the reader is a teen doing typical teen things (ie., throwing a hissy fit over the most insignificant shit)

guardian! diluc who you are having a "terrible row" with, but in reality all he'd done was pour the cereal the wrong way, or put something in exactly the wrong spot, or close the door a little too loud.

and you don't know why you started yelling, which made him mad too, and now neither of you are making sense with the things you are saying too each other but gods you were angry.

it's only after he leaves the winery you begin to simmer down, looking at the cereal he poured into your bowl before his own, the vase he bought because it reminded him of you, the door he'd slammed because the lock was jammed.

he comes back home in the evening, but doesn't talk to you. and you knew you should apologize, but for whatever reason you didn't talk to him either.

he sighs and cuts you an apple (which you don't eat), and sits down in the chair beside you to read the paper.

and while your ego is huge and inflated you find yourself subtly scooching your chair over to his, until you are leaning on his shoulder and reading the paper with him.

you should apologize, you probably should, but some fights end before you do.

in the end he knows you say things before think to him and him only; and you know eveything he does is with you in mind.