Tangerines

"DON'T REDIRECT—"

Yumiko yelled loudly. Pointing at Yasuo, who looked very much guilty and definitely horrified by the realization that his taste buds were gone

"brother, what is wrong? You can't just not feel the sour. That's Impossible! I placed like TWENTY LEMONS"

"It's probably just a side effect..."

he trailed off not knowing what to say

"m-maybe it would just— fix itself"

"that's not a simple 'side effect' you can't even taste anything!"

"Yumi. You're worrying too much I will be fine"

He was not fine, by the following days his digestion started getting worse, though he kept eating. At one time he realized he could digest fruit better than anything else, so he did what any person would in that situation. Kept eating fruit, making new dishes to keep himself full. Even though he couldn't taste anything.

"hm"

he took another bite of the fresh batch of berries. Popping another into his mouth while cooking. using most of his time doing work, cooking and helping others as he slowly started to master everything. he was already intelligent, emotionally and politically. He would help his father with other nobles and talk to merchants. And tried to forget about his inability to taste food while he kept himself busy. A stubborn mind that refused to give up.

Fushimi's POV: Time passed, it's been six years now, Yumiko had a new maid now named Fushimi, she was a sweet young girl who was assigned to keep Yumiko comfortable, Fushimi usually peeled tangerines for Yumi in the morning and sat with her to talk. She was a lovely girl who wanted to be friends with everyone, and she was great at it. By the first few weeks she had already made more than half of the servants like her. She loved her job it was easy and her Lady was very nice too. But there was one person she couldn't reach. the Onimaru heir, ever since she had come here, he would avoid her, walk away or just not talk to her at all. She tried to figure out what was wrong. But she couldn't quite find the reason.

As time passed her job shifted to the kitchen, basically assisting Yasuo with cooking or learning from him. He would keep his distance, jaw tight sometimes other times he would cover his nose with his sleeve if she got close, Fushimi thought she probably smelled bad.

"huh? Do I smell of sweat and dust?"

she sniffed her own scent, she expected something bad

but she was wrong, she smelled of fresh tangerines. Yasuo wouldn't say anything but he was definitely tense around her in a way that was unusual. She would still try to talk to him. After all other people said he was a great person and very gentle with young people. but he didn't talk to her one bit just kept cooking occasionally eating a fruit. He would talk to others especially his sister, show her deliberate care and just walk past when Fushimi greeted him or tried to offer him something. It was kind of annoying. Mostly because because she had no idea why this was happening

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