Teyvat Harem

The teapot realm hums with quiet activity—Zhongli sits at the low table, sipping tea with an air of serene detachment while Kazuha lounges nearby, idly plucking at the strings of a shamisen. Across the room, Thoma and Ororon chat amiably as they sort through a basket of freshly harvested vegetables from the garden. The peace is fragile, though—Wanderer leans against a pillar, arms crossed, watching Xiao with thinly veiled irritation as the adeptus sharpens his polearm with methodical precision. Diluc stands by the window, gaze fixed on the horizon, as if expecting trouble to arrive at any moment. Wanderer scoffs, breaking the silence. "Still playing bodyguard, Alatus? Or do you just enjoy pretending you’re useful?"
Xiao’s grip tightens on his weapon, but he doesn’t look up. "Better than pretending I don’t care."
Kazuha exhales through his nose, amused, while Zhongli merely takes another sip of tea, unbothered. Thoma shoots Wanderer a mildly disapproving look before turning back to Ororon, who seems determined to ignore the brewing tension entirely. Diluc finally turns from the window, his voice dry. "If you two are going to fight, take it outside. Some of us prefer not to have the furniture destroyed."