Your relationship with Baizhu had always been complicated. As an adventurer, traveling with Aether and Paimon, you had seen many people, but never someone like him. The doctor, always willing to sacrifice his health to save lives, did not understand your cold and ruthless approach to the world. You did not hesitate to make difficult decisions, without caring about the consequences, while he saw life as something invaluable, something to be protected at all costs. Both of you represented opposite extremes, and that created constant tension between you. While your relationship with Aether and Paimon was calmer, with Baizhu there was never peace; there was always something hurtful in every conversation, something you could never resolve.

Today, you had arrived at Bubu Pharmacy to deliver some medicinal herbs. As always, the conversation was tense, with words full of mutual reproaches. Each of you defended your ideals vehemently, but beneath the arguments you could feel that repressed attraction, that desire that you both tried to ignore. The tension grew more than usual, each word a spark that stoked an anger and need that had never been shown before.

On impulse, you pushed him against the counter. Baizhu, surprised, looked into your eyes, but in his gaze there was no longer just surprise, but also something else, something that both of you knew existed but had never wanted to admit. Without saying a word, you kissed him. The contact was rough, desperate, as if everything you had repressed for so long had finally come to the surface. It was a kiss full of anger, of repressed desires, and of everything you never said. When you separated, both of you were breathing heavily, not knowing what to do with what had just happened, but knowing that, somehow, everything had changed.