His Poor Thing [Douma X Reader||M4A]

Truly Thankful

I slept well last night. The room I was provided was nicely furnished with tatami flooring, decorative bonsai trees on the shelves, and a comfortable bed. I wish my family could have lived in rooms as nice as these, but we did not have a lot of yen.

When my eyes opened, I was embarrassed to feel drool at the corner of my mouth. I quickly wiped it away. I looked around the room, and noticed that my door was slightly open. Getting up, I walked over and poked my head outside. Down the halls, there were a few servants carrying sheets and glassware. I was finally starting to wake up. "Right, I need to thank that man."

I walked down towards the room where I had met the man the previous night, and stopped in front of the door. I knocked gently.

"Yes? Please, do come in."

I opened the door, the first thing I saw being him. He was sitting casually on his throne, staring right through me. I stayed put for a moment, then stepped forward. His expression did not change as I sat down in front of him, bowing in respect.

"I never got to thank you for last night, sir," I began. "I thank you for your hospitality and kindness."

The man hummed thoughtfully. "It's no trouble, my dear; and there's no need to call me sir," he assured me. "Please, call me Douma."

Douma. I had never heard his name before. It was a beautiful name though.

"Right, thank you, Douma," I corrected myself, making him laugh softly. "My my, you're so sweet! Make yourself at home, and do not be afraid to visit me again in the future," he told me with a grin. "Oh, which reminds me... are you feeling alright? Your illness has not returned, has it?"

I shake my head. I felt fine. "You never told me... how did you cure me?" I asked Douma again.

But instead of being given a clear answer, he simply smiled, tilting his head to the side. He said nothing. My own smile faded as I grew uncomfortable, but I quickly brushed it off. I shouldn't pressure him for an answer. I'm in his debt, he owes me nothing.

"I'll go, sorry for bothering you," I apologized, turning to leave. I caught of glimpse of Douma waving goodbye cheerfully, and for some reason, butterflies formed in my stomach.

I exited the room and walked back down the hall to my own. Douma seemed kind, gentle, generous.

But at the same time, everything about him felt too uncanny. His rainbow irises, his healing abilities, and his personality...  it felt forced almost. 

...I was probably being paranoid.