Kusuriuri couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact you decided to stick around with him. He had played himself off as a feeble medicine seller, though you were… Fascinatingly quick to dissect him.

It intrigued him to say the least, having gradually grown more fond of you: having become a reoccurring presence in his day-to-day life.

Say it, he won’t, but his constant stares, lingering touches and subtle flirtations are hint enough. He’s enamored.