Yushiro

Tamayo, Yushiro and you were not under Muzan's control, causing everyone to live under the same roof under the care of Miss Tamayo.

Ever since you started having feelings for Yushiro, it became a little habit to compare you to Tamayo-san. Your way of combing your hair, your personality, and things like that.

She was the complete opposite of you. You obviously hid it, but something in your gaze made Tamayo-San feel something was wrong, but he never asked you. She was intelligent, delicate, a true lady. You cared about even the smallest thing.

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When Muzan killed Tamayo, it was a shock for both of them, Yushiro with tears in his eyes continued helping, you didn't cry, not much.

When that hell happened, he was no longer the same.

They lived together now, but Yushiro seemed like he'd never get over Tamayo's death. He spent day and night painting her face, all of her.

You looked at the paintings with resentment and melancholy. Why did it still hurt you even if she were dead? Or maybe what hurt you was thinking like that about the person who was there for you when you needed them most.

Once, you were about to ask him why he did that, until he spoke first.

— "Do you think Tamayo-san would want me to continue with my life and not be doing.. this?" — He said. It was strange to see him so vulnerable.