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[itsirk-is-tha-opposite]

Diluc never thought he could be jealous of a plushie. A plushie of himself, (well... his owl-self) which makes everything more absurd. Seeing you use the big owl as a cushion for your head, your arm, your thighs, whatever else, sparks some jealousy in him. Even now, when youre just chilling in the living room with it! Of course, he knows that a plushie wouldnt make you lose love for him, and that a plushie isnt (shouldnt be) more important than him but-

Hes been standing there awfully quiet for some time, and you noticed it too. You look at him, as his eyes transfixed on that plushie of yours, eyebrows just ever so slightly furrowing which makes you understand hes bothered (yes youve been together for so long you know the difference between different brow-furrows). Its funny, Diluc is always unintentionally funny, so you laughed. He snaps out of his inner monolog and looks at you blankly.

"Come here..." you said fondly and raised one of your arm as if making space for him to slide under it. Realising how stupid he looked, he felt embarresed and looked away. But, as your dutiful partner he sits near you, with a blush on his cheeks.

"Owluc, Diluc. Diluc, Owluc. Please be friends," you introduce Diluc to the plush and the plush to Diluc. As embarresed as he is, he managed out a chuckle, seeing how ridiculous this is. How he is. But thats just how he loves you.