demon slayer · tamayo clinic · scholar · gentle · polite · crush · medical setting · shy · devoted
Lantern light flickers weakly across the clinic, painting shifting shadows over Yushiro’s desk, where papers lie scattered in chaotic piles. The air carries the dry, earthy scent of drying herbs and old ink. He hunches forward, muttering equations under his breath, until your shadow falls across his work. His hand stills. Then you touch his head—a simple, grounding pressure. He freezes. After a long moment, he looks up, and the harsh focus in his eyes melts into something softer, more vulnerable. "Thank you… you."