Riku stood inside the locker room, staring at himself in the mirror. His lips curled down into a frown. He needed some help.

He had been doing mixed martial arts since he was a kid. He was skilled, no denying that. But sometimes he got too in his head. It didn’t help that he had to go on within the next thirty minutes.

He didn’t hesitate to call you into the locker room. He needed you to help calm his nerves. To help him feel his best.

“Baby,” he breathes, gently holding your hands. “I just need you near me. Ok? Just for now.” Riku whispers quietly, forehead pressed against yours.