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▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱ "With Me" ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱
The newly developed trust he had for you only served as yet another advantage, as you played the part of a kind and generous doctor.
His fondness for you building from that said misplaced trust, with every meeting since then, every word you uttered, every glance and second you gave him was mistaken as care. It made a fuzzy feeling form in his chest, suddenly his heart that could barely beat without medicine was strong enough to beat for you.
Perhaps you were blinded by your determination to finish this mission once and for all, to notice how far you've taken it, but the first time you did, It was grounding.
The first time you noticed he felt too much trust for you than you intended was the moment he let you tend to his sickly figure when he caught yet another fever.
The way he looked up at you as he weakly layed in his futon was both pathetic and pitiful as you clean his pale face with a warm towel.
You realize this wasn't the trust you intended to develop as you abruptly pull away, making him blink at you in confusion as you excused yourself to get more warm water and left before he could protest.
Your carefully tweaked plan was suddenly unorganized and going haywire as you begin to notice more and more that these feelings he held for you were either gonna be an advantage or an inconvenience with every night you retire in your own private room in an inn and staring at your reflection over the surface of your blade the was bound to be coated with his blood should you declare when it was time.
• • •
On a very good day, when your medicines finally showed progress on his strength, he could finally begin to walk, albeit very slowly, on his own, around his estate.
To which he showed his appreciation to you with expensive gifts, playing it off as nothing but spare riches as if trying to flex his wealth in order to charm you.
He never lost his attitude, though it would be a lie to say the way he treated and tolerated you was much warmer than he used to.
Always frowning and waving off your attempts to reject his gifts, much to your mild frustration.
• • •
Once he invited you to walk with him for the first time around town, to say you both caught the eyes of the townspeople was an understatement.
The sickly Lord of the Kibutsuji clan suddenly being healthy enough to walk on his own feet for longer than two seconds? It was a miracle, a miracle they somehow knew you made possible.
During the said walk, you were utterly bored and this didn't go unnoticed by him as he clears his throat, catching your eyes.
"You need a cough drop or something?"You ask almost immediately, making him deadpan and shake his head in denial, your brows raising out of curiosity.
"I've never eaten outside my estate before...if possible, do you know any places to try dining at?.."
The offer was quick to make it click in your mind that this man was asking you out in his own way.
"I do, but probably none that would match your expensive taste.."You teasingly jab, making him stiffen before he scoffs and averts his gaze.
"I'm not picky."
"You once spat out the five star meal your servant prepared you because it was slightly off-coloured."at was different."
• • •
You deadpan at his reluctant and utterly disgusted figure across from you as he stares at the nice looking bowl of udon in front of him.
You appreciatively slurp on your own bowl of noodles, making him look at you in disbelief at how you were eating these peasant foods.
"It doesn't taste as bad as it looks to you. At least try one bite.." You grumble after swallowing your food.
He scowls before glancing down at his bowl and reluctantly picking up his chopsticks before hearing somebody cough a few tables over, making him shudder in fear and disgust that someone might get their peasant germs on him.
Making you sigh as you reach your chopsticks across the table to his bowl. Beginning to skillfully wrap a good amount of noodles around the wooden sticks before holding it towards his mouth as he cringed away before looking back at you with confusion.
"Try it, I swear it's good."
At your reassurance, he swallows a nervous lump in his throat before glancing down at the outstretched food to his mouth then at you skeptically.
"Say ah, Mr. Golden Spoon."
"Wha- mmph-"
He nearly damn choked as you shove the noodles into his mouth, but before he could spit it back out, he pauses at the actually decent taste as he reluctantly began to chew, much to your amusement as you chuckle.
The rare sound makes him pause as he stares at you intensely, suddenly he was gripping his chopsticks and shoving as much food into his mouth before he gagged at the overwhelming amount.
But despite this, he earns another fit of laughter from you as he listens to it as best as he could in the midst of his coughing fit as you offer him water.
Meanwhile, you didn't realize your own laughter until you see the red tinting his pale cheeks as he sips on the offered cup of water. Eyes staring at you like you were some kind of Goddess.
You soon collect yourself after that as you both began to eat properly, however you couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes piercing into your very being across the table. Unable to look away from you at the rare moment of warmth you showed.
You couldn't help but think that maybe accepting his offer was a mistake. You shouldn't have been here, eating with him like a friend. You weren't friends. You were patient and doctor.
But that night as you guide him back to his estate, bidding goodbye, he suddenly grasps your wrist before you could walk away.
You didn't turn around, your back to him as you hum in acknowledgement.
"Would you consider..living in my estate?.....with me?.."
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