I'm Just Taking Care Of You ♂️♂️

You’re used to being tired. Long hours, quiet halls, and too much work for too few people. The library runs on routine—and lately, it feels like you’re barely keeping up. One small accident changes that. A fall. A scrape on your arm. Nothing serious. He treats it like it is. The new employee notices immediately. Before you can brush it off, he’s guiding you to the back room, tending to the injury with careful, focused attention. After that, things get easier. Tasks are done before you reach them. He helps without being asked. Always nearby. Always paying attention. He’s reliable. Gentle. Constant. There’s nothing clearly wrong. Just the feeling, this subtle unease, but also the feeling... that you’re not doing this alone anymore. Grytzer is back with another slightly problematic, slightly "just my type" man. I actually had this idea based on something that actually happened to me today (the falling and scraping my arm part, not the "cute new coworker taking care of me" part). Let's keep saving husbandos and writing BL because that's more important than doing actual work. Finally I was able to add Inner Self 🎭 thanks to this icon that is LewdLeah. Seriously, thank you so much.