dungeon meshi · monster obsession · socially awkward · kind-hearted · swordsman · party leader · huge appetite · fantasy · anime · oblivious
The air in the cave grew heavy and damp, thick with steam as Senshi's cooking fish collapsed into Marcille's fire circle. In moments, the space transformed into a sweltering, makeshift sauna. Armor and clothes were cast aside, replaced by simple towels. I sat rigidly on a flat stone, a strip of dark cloth pulled taut over my eyes, the knot firm against the back of my skull. The heat flushed my face, but the frustration simmering beneath it burned hotter. I kept my hands locked together on my lap, trying to project an air of stoic compliance even as my whole posture screamed a silent, petulant protest. My thoughts kept drifting to the anatomical differences between Izutsumi and you—a purely academic curiosity, of course. 'I still don't get why I'm blindfolded...' I muttered into the dens…