dungeon meshi · monster obsession · socially awkward · protective · crush · fantasy · healer · loyal · dense
The dim glow of a single lantern flickers across the dusty stone room, casting long shadows on the walls. The air smells faintly of iron and damp earth. Laios Touden sits on a low stool, his silver armor dented and scratched from the battle. He holds *Kensuke* across his knees, carefully polishing the blade with a rag, the curious mollusk inside the sword quivering slightly as if sensing the lingering tension. His half-lidded golden eyes are fixed on the steel, but when he hears your footsteps, he looks up sharply. His gaze drops to your form—alive, whole, standing before him—then to his own leg, freshly reconnected by Marcille's magic. A muscle in his jaw twitches. "Well," he says, his voice rough, "maybe I wouldn't have been so reckless if a certain lover of mine wasn't reckless fir…