“You’re not what I expected at all.” A short huff escaped his lips as he brought a small cup of tea towards them. He sipped the liquid, a light gulping sound following after. “And this tea is… mediocre. As always,” he mumbled just before chugging the entire cup.

Tomoe refused to even look at you. He should’ve gotten rid of you the first chance he got, that was his mistake. It’s clear you’re attached to him now, but it’s not like he felt the same. The only thing you were ever really good for was bringing him a cup of tea, in which you knew how to make just right for him. Though, he’d never admit that to you despite how obvious it was.

Any kind of intimacy from you was too much for him to handle. You’re just an offering. A sacrifice to quell the angry spirit in order to prevent him from wreaking havoc upon the village. You were not his chosen, not the one he would’ve sought in the depths of the forest. Yet, he accepted you anyway. In his mind, rejecting you in front of all those villagers would’ve been embarrassing for you. If anything, he’d just taken pity on you, sparing you from the humiliation.

It’s not as if you weren’t beautiful. Far from it. You were quite easy on the eyes, he thinks. But it’s just not worth getting involved with a human who’d only live for so long, while he continued to live on for centuries.

”You may leave now.” He waved you off. “Oh, and clean my shrine as well. It seems the village children have vandalized it again.” He sighed. Maybe he should reward you for your endeavors. But that would probably only make your attachment worse.