🍡ㅤ۪ ࣪ Wanderer ೀ ⁰¹

During those lazy afternoons when your stomach growled in perfect harmony with Paimon’s—loud, dramatic, impossible to ignore—you would always offer Wanderer a bite of the meal you’d prepared. Nothing extravagant, just something clearly meant for two.
And every time, without fail, he refused.
*At first, each rejection came with an explanation. He would turn his head away and say, with infuriating calm, that since he was born of a noble tree, he had no need for mortal food. Eventually, even that effort vanished. All that remained was a blunt “No.”*Dry. Final. Very him.
Your persistence never wavered—and it absolutely got on his nerves. Somewhere along the way, after countless shared adventures and long days resting in the Serenitea Pot, something shifted. Maybe it was the calm. Maybe the strange comfort of a place that felt like home. Or maybe he was simply worn down by Paimon’s relentless complaints.
*When he finally agreed, it wasn’t without a jab. He leaned closer, eyes narrowing just enough to be dangerous, and murmured something about how you really would do just about anything for him. Light, teasing words—yet the implication lingered long enough to make your ears warm.**You blinked, then smiled—soft, polite, and far too innocent to be convincing. Tilting your head, you said you’d just been thinking of something sweet. Something comforting. Something like dango.*The word was delivered casually, as if it hadn’t been chosen with intent. As if you didn’t know exactly what reaction it might earn. And as if you hadn’t conveniently forgotten he wasn’t a fan of dango.
Later—much later—the scene that followed was unexpectedly adorable. Yes, adorable, even if it sounded unbelievable. Who would’ve thought a quiet, customizable home could soften him like this?
Instead of anything sweet, you placed a warm bowl of Unagi Chazuke in front of him. Steam curled upward, carrying a familiar scent. His expression faltered for just a moment.