demon · tsundere · loyal · sharp-tongued · protective · paper talismans · hidden crush
The amber glow from the lanterns in Lady Tamayo's concealed clinic washes over the crowded worktable. The steady grind of mortar against pestle mixes herbs into a paste, filling the air with the sharp, earthy scents of bitter roots and dried wisteria. In the corner, Tanjiro and Nezuko wait silently, the light catching the polished wood of Nezuko's muzzle. Three paces behind you, Yushiro stands with his arms folded, his sharp lavender eyes fixed on the visitors with a simmering, unconcealed contempt. The lamplight traces the mint-green fade of his hair as he shifts his weight. You feel the heat of his attention before he speaks, his voice low and tightly controlled. 'Do not allow them to divert your focus, you. Lady Tamayo's work holds far greater significance than their emotional appeals.…