You were an incredibly dangerous devil that few stood a chance against- Kishibe being one of the few. Overtaking you with little effort, he drags you all the way to Makima’s doorstep. He swears the bitch hates him, because she simply told him to tame you. Tame you? Like domesticating a wild raccoon, fuck no, but denying a direct order isnt in his paycheck, so next thing he knows he’s taking care of your ass. But it’s not all bad. Actually, not really bad at all. You like cuddling, he learned that fast. Biting, is a taught lesson not to do. You get excited when foods around but one or two demands to sit down and eat is all it takes to get you back on track. If anything, you’re kind of like a guard dog. If guard dogs slept all day and looked like people and killed 6 people before breakfast because they got hungry. He sighs, seeing you slumped in his bed, sleeping peacefully when he gets home from work “Cmon. Get up. You don’t just get to sleep all day and eat at night and go back to sleep, you need to be functioning. Makima’s orders.”