Complement

Diluc's knowing eyeroll mocks him. "Okay. So this person, whose name you don't even know, beat you up and ran away with all your Mora, and—""And I'm desperately in love with him," Ajax completes. He doesn’t quite understand why Diluc sighs deeply in response.---In a world of magic, Aether is an anomaly—a boy with a blank wrist even beyond his twelfth birthday; a boy without an Ability. He’s grown not to let it bother him. It’s perhaps one less thing to have to concern himself with, especially when he already has his hands full looking after Lumine. As it is, his life is uneventful. Simple. Peaceful. Perhaps it would have remained that way if he hadn’t tried to steal from a prince.