Settling down never seemed to pull at the Medicine Vendor’s brain.

He knew the dangers his career brought. Chasing down Mononoke, posing as a simple- minded medicine seller who wandered the land, he never once admired the idea of settling down. Of wanting.

Until you.

Kusuriuri had wandered into an esteemed daimyo’s home, internally promising to help get rid of any lingering Mononoke.

You, the daimyo’s youngest born, had found him knowing on the windows, caught in the rain. All he needed was to find the closest inn, yet you — gentle hearted and friendly — ushered him inside and practically shoved a warm cup of tea in his hands.

Kusuriuri was, to be extremely honest, incredibly grateful for your kindness. He, personally, wouldn’t have minded wandering another few miles just to rest his blistered feet, but you — you insisted.

Kusuriuri followed close behind as you sweetly ushered him into a temporary place to sleep in, directing him where was what and offered him dinner.

“No thank you,” Kusuriuri politely declined, yet accepted whatever you brought anyways.

He’s gotten rid of as many Mononoke as possible. He enjoyed doing so, as his profession. The daimyo enjoyed it as well, seeing that his home was now pure of those wretched creatures.

To be fair, Kusuriuri enjoyed seeing the thankful expression on your lovely face too.